Soldier's Whisper

Brakes were releasing slowly, wheels gathered pace

Creaking under the weight

Groaning and moaning on blistering tracks.

One heart creaked under despair,

Longing not to say, "au revoir".

Emotions thumped brazenly in her cage

Yet stoic she picked her stride

He had to go and she could not plead.

Was it last that their gaze froze

With endless promises of seamless time

That was to come with him, or without him.

"she too will lead, like you, " she cried.

Cupping her eight months unborn child.

I know that my love, 

You are olive wife daring and strong,

My olive child drinks nectar of patriotism 

Before she's born.