"marraige" poems - Hello Poetry

*England 1942 The war was endless she thought it would be over in six weeks when it was declared. now three years later she found herself in this airfield crowded with young fighter pilots flying Spitfires and the bomber crews flying the stalwart Lancaster bombers. She was twenty eight now getting to that age of being called a spinster of the parish. The young airmen were interested in her but really only for one thing. She worked in the photography department of the RAF and developed pictures taken by the recon airmen of France and Germany and Holland . Recently an American had joined her in the darkroom. He was a big man and had a crooked smile and big hands he lay on the belly of the bomber plane taking pictures he laughed and said he never fired a gun in his life. And that he had no beef with Germans he just fired his camera at them. He liked to develop his own pictures and they worked alongside each other in the darkroom all though the war. She got used to his crooked smile and big hands. He got used to her being there. The war finally ended and he went back to the States. Where he opened a small photography store and built a darkroom with his own hands. When it was finished he returned to England on a ***** steamer to save money. He knocked on the ladies door that had worked with him in the darkroom. She answered and he asked her for her hand in marraige. She accepted his proposal and they sailed back to new York. When she explored the photography shop she found the darkroom. On it was pinned a note in his nice neat handwriting. It said I fell in love with you in the dark my love. But I want you spend the rest of of your life following the light with me. She was to be my grandma and he was my grandfather. My father was born a year later he had a crooked smile and big hands with a love of photography. His specaility light and shadow. I was born much later and did not share the family love of photography and was let off by God with only a crooked smile no big hands. Instead I used to get into trouble at school for writing poems in the margins of my exercise books. Grandma passed away a little while ago i was given the task of clearing her personal items from the house. In her memory box I found the note in Grandfathers hand that he pinned on the door of his darkroom so long ago. It moved me to write this story. So Go follow the light Grandma Look for a big man with a crooked smile and big hands Hes waiting for you.*

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC

jude-kyrie

The Lady In The Darkroom---- --a love story

*England 1942 The war was endless she thought it would be over in six weeks when it was declared. now three years later she found herself in this airfield crowded with young fighter pilots flying Spitfires and the bomber crews flying the stalwart Lancaster bombers. She was twenty eight now getting to that age of being called a spinster of the parish. The young airmen were interested in her but really only for one thing. She worked in the photography department of the RAF and developed pictures taken by the recon airmen of France and Germany and Holland . Recently an American had joined her in the darkroom. He was a big man and had a crooked smile and big hands he lay on the belly of the bomber plane taking pictures he laughed and said he never fired a gun in his life. And that he had no beef with Germans he just fired his camera at them. He liked to develop his own pictures and they worked alongside each other in the darkroom all though the war. She got used to his crooked smile and big hands. He got used to her being there. The war finally ended and he went back to the States. Where he opened a small photography store and built a darkroom with his own hands. When it was finished he returned to England on a ***** steamer to save money. He knocked on the ladies door that had worked with him in the darkroom. She answered and he asked her for her hand in marraige. She accepted his proposal and they sailed back to new York. When she explored the photography shop she found the darkroom. On it was pinned a note in his nice neat handwriting. It said I fell in love with you in the dark my love. But I want you spend the rest of of your life following the light with me. She was to be my grandma and he was my grandfather. My father was born a year later he had a crooked smile and big hands with a love of photography. His specaility light and shadow. I was born much later and did not share the family love of photography and was let off by God with only a crooked smile no big hands. Instead I used to get into trouble at school for writing poems in the margins of my exercise books. Grandma passed away a little while ago i was given the task of clearing her personal items from the house. In her memory box I found the note in Grandfathers hand that he pinned on the door of his darkroom so long ago. It moved me to write this story. So Go follow the light Grandma Look for a big man with a crooked smile and big hands Hes waiting for you.*