With 4th of July just around the corner, Jenny's tipping her Saturday Centus hat to the national anthem this week. We're back to our hundred-word limit; the prompt is in red.
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Reverie
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
His voice was what won her...strong and deep, warm enough to fill a woman’s heart. She loved it soft and low in the dark, raised and raucous across a football field, slow and sure as he spoke of things that mattered to him.
Everything mattered to him, not least of all his country. She smiled because his “most of all” was her. That went both ways, and she was glad of it…even as she gazed upon the gleaming box she’d chosen for its lines. Clean, like him.
His voice wasn’t lost, could not be lost. She heard it rising clear above the flag that graced the coffin, now his own.
“Oh, say can you see…”
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Sue, this piece is so bittersweet. You made me cry.
ReplyDeleteWow, this one really got to me. Dick told me to come and read this post and he was kinda choked up. Now I know why. It is the sort of thing that does choke one up, the sort of thing that brings on that feeling every single time I see the flag or hear a patriotic song played by a military band, or watch the flag go by in a parade. This piece really says it all. Thanks Sue, we do need to remember the important things whenever we have a special holiday to celebrate. Too many people just celebrate.
ReplyDeleteYou just gave me chills. This may be my new favorite. Thanks for a great start to this memorable weekend.
ReplyDeleteHeartbreaking, Sue. And as usual your smooth style makes it very readable and brings your words right into my heart.
ReplyDeleteNamaste..........cj
Well done Sue!! Sad, yet upbeat...and so in tune with the holiday...Peace and blessings
ReplyDeleteWonderful job, Sue. Piercing, right to the heart of this holiday. Sad but so nicely written!
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful, it's sad but I love it:-)
ReplyDeleteOh my. That was something. Well written.
ReplyDeleteYou never fail to reel me in, Sue!!!
ReplyDeleteFabulous!
You never cease to amaze me....what angles you take in your writing. Very creative.
ReplyDeleteMade me cry, gave me hope. We owe so much to those who have given everything.
ReplyDeleteSue. You are wonderful. I felt this clear to my soul. Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteSo sad, yet so sweet and hopeful and full of love. Great post for this weekend.
ReplyDeletethat was lovely.....I want to know more about them..Happy 4th
ReplyDeleteI had no idea that was coming. Such a difficult thing to read. How do you come up with these things? Beautiful, bittersweet, and amazingly written. But that really should come as no surprise.
ReplyDeletebeautiful ... bittersweet, and now tearstained ... bravo Sue!
ReplyDeleteThat's a heartfelt poem. Great one Sue!~Ames
ReplyDeletewell you certainly know how to pull the heart strings sue...i hope that you and your family have a wonderful holiday!
ReplyDelete*sigh* oh gosh.
ReplyDeleteOh Sue your contribution this week was nothing short of amazing! So poignant and heartfelt...a perfect tribute to the holiday. Well done!
ReplyDeleteSue, you are so talented. You always know you're reading words from a talented writer when you want to keep reading more and more...
ReplyDeleteFor the men and women who have given their lives for us to enjoy this life and country, I am eternally grateful.
Sue. Oh Sue. So sad, this really choked me up. The price of freedom is never free. I know that's really cliched but it feels so true.
ReplyDeleteBless your talented heart for making us feel.
You are astonishing.
It's difficult to read through tears .... hit me like a brick.... no matter how many years have passed it grips and twists.
ReplyDeleteDear Sue,
ReplyDeleteYou have brought tears to my eyes. My father's coffin was draped with the American flag and a US Army Music Corps stood at attention in over 90 degrees Fahrenheit West Virginia summer heat, while a sole trumpeter played Taps. They folded the flag in a triangle and put into my mother's hands.
Beautiful Centus!
Thank you for visiting my SC-post. I am not writing a series, just using my fictional characters, Sanna and John, when they seem to fit a situation. If I ever sit down and write a novel about Sanna, it will not necessarily have the same order as her appearances on my blog.
I admire these writers who can work the prompts into their ongoing stories. I can't do it. Sanna comes to my rescue when I just can't write about myself.
Best wishes & hugs,
Anna
For the benefit of other readers:
A Rainy Day in July-Anna's SC wk 61
Oh so sad, but beautifully written and so inspiring...thank you...
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