Two Silver Chains

Hard oak table
under her fragile shaking hands;
she holds a silver chain
with a ring at the end.

It shines of silver and purple
with a little name engraved;
of a little happy girl
she once knew her name.

Setting down in the grey chair,
setting down that chain.
Picking up a new found piece,
looking it had her name.

Dog tags at the end,
two distinctly engraved,
she thought of life
she hardly knew her name.

Setting down that chain
side by side they lay.
Picking the fate of her new life
she chose the silver chain.

In solitude it shone
with the brightness of the stars,
she'll make everyone proud,
with her new found name proved.

Tags clinging as she ran,
holding a riffle in her hand,
in her uniform standing tall,
she joined the army she had it all.

She ached for comfort,
always alone;
realizing she needed someone
for her lonely home.

She sat at the table,
and looked once more,
realizing again the silver chain,
she cried.