The young woman looks through the glass
At the newborn babies in the hospital nursery
And begins crying softly.
Once she had envisioned a different scene--
Shared in joy and love--
Taking place here, but that could never be.
Staring absently at her diamond ring,
She thinks of the letter that arrived this morning.
The letter said her fiance was gone--
A war hero, they called him,
But to her it all seemed senseless murder.
How could it possibly be true
When he'd only been away for three months?
She didn't even know if her last letter
Could have reached him in time--in time
For him to die knowing
He would have a child in six months.
© 1980 TDD