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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363665" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Photograph</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sat on the platform bench <br>waiting for a train to arrive. <br>Waiting to see her brother <br>who left to start a new life <br>twenty-five years ago. <br>She brought a photograph of herself <br>for him to have when he went back home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stillness engulfed the station <br>as she waited alone there. <br>The hiss of an old steam train <br>filled the quiet air <br>as along the track it came <br>like a dinosaur from the past <br>and stopped at the station.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A group of young soldiers <br>disembarked to stretch their legs <br>and grab some fresh air. <br>One young soldier approached her. <br>He was sixteen if he was a day. <br>He smiled as he sat beside her. <br>“You’re a pretty lady.” He said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Thank you.” She replied. “Off to fight some battles? ” <br>“Yes, but I am not really sure where. <br>They say a lot of us might not be coming back” <br>“That is sad.” She replied. <br>“Especially when you have no one <br>to think of you.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>“You see I am an orphan <br>and have no family or a girlfriend come to that. <br>No one to think of me <br>when the great battles come.” <br>“Now that is sad, ” She said looking at him. <br>Then she realized the photograph <br>for her brother was in her handbag. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She reached in and removed it. <br>“Take this and think of me <br>when your great battles come.” <br>“I will keep it with me always. <br>Now I must get back on the train.” <br>As the train whistle blew. <br>He waved goodbye as the steam engulfed him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the train was gone <br>as quickly as it had come. <br>The stillness that had engulfed the station <br>now dissipated to. <br>Suddenly there was noise everywhere. <br>She looked around <br>as if waking from a dream. <br>She looked back down the tracks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mournful hoot of the electric horn <br>herald the arriving electric train. <br>She watched it intensely <br>as it slowed to stop at the station. <br>Two passengers alighted, <br>a man and a woman. <br>Her brother and his wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She greeted them with a smile, <br>but her brother’s wife looked at her in shock <br>as if she had seen a ghost. <br>They hugged one another, <br>and then left the station <br>to go to her home. <br>Arriving at her home <br>her sister-in-law looked at her again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Sorry if I look mystified when I look at you. <br>I have something I must tell you. <br>My grandfather before he died <br>asked me to find any relatives <br>to a lady in a photograph. <br>It was given to him <br>when he was leaving to go to war <br>over seventy years ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He carried it with him everywhere he went. <br>He said the photograph protected him <br>like a good luck charm. <br>He swore one day to return it, <br>but events made that impossible. <br>He immigrated when the war was over <br>and never got the chance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wanted to let her family know <br>of the kind deed she did” <br>“But that does not explain <br>the way you looked at me.” <br>She removed the photograph <br>and handed it to her. <br>It was the photograph <br>she had given the young soldier <br>only hours before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 April 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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waiting for a train to arrive. 
Waiting to see her brother 
who left to start a new life 
twenty-five years ago. 
She brought a photograph of herself 
for him to have when he went back home.

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