Her heart tightened at the sight of sympathy in his luminous eyes; no trace of disgust, none whatsoever. Instinctively, his fingers laced through hers; with sweet passion. With their delicate closeness, she could trace the curve of his lips. For once, she was not ashamed of her sensational feelings. “You presume that all I will feel is disgust, except I know you more than you can imagine.” He closed the stance between them; his hands brushed away the stray curls that were covering her russet black eyes.
The best place to start is the beginning. The Jackson family immigrated from Ireland, leaving behind a world of hardships to try their luck in the New World. Life there would not be so easy and Andrew Jackson’s father would die before he was born. Jackson had two brothers, both older, and his mother. The worked on the farm on which they lived and it was not easy.
Her ragged clothes that did nothing to warm her from the cold were damp from the rain. Leah quickly rise to her feet, startled. Her mother is dead. She took a heavy step back as painful memories from last night’s raid filled her head. “Leave…” Her mother’s heeding filled her memory.
“She comes from the mountains, A place she calls home…This place she loves, where she’s not alone…” I knew this was a woman like no other woman in my life. ” She’s into my life like a song and a prayer…never before, it just wasn’t there..” In the days that followed, as we strolled in the park immersed with spring fragrances, I knew I would never be the same. “My life has changed like flowers in June…A new day is here, “smell the lilacs in bloom.” I found her not only beautiful but intelligent and I couldn’t stop thinking of her. “As your beauty comes into focus.. My thoughts are yours, forever yours”. The more I got to know her, the happier I became.
Even though seemingly, she was not the only parent with a son who had attempted to be sent home. The morale of soldiers in World War I was very low for several reasons, such as the tedious trench war fare, aiding in the constant loss of life with little gain, spreading feelings of futility. Any soldier must feel like if they don't find a way to get home they too, will end up dying on the battlefield. And every soldier knows that a way to be sent home from war is to be injured. "Jack tried this in "The Hero", "how he'd tried, To get sent home, and how, at last he died, blown to small bits."
I will never forget that night because it was so beautiful outside. The tree frogs and crickets were performing their evening melodies, and the man on the moon was looking down upon us. After talking for nearly an hour we decided that it was time we should head home. I walked April to her house because I she had to be home before I did. As I was leaving April guaranteed me that she would be over first thing in the morning to start our day of fun.
A smile runs across my face, hiding my fear. My feet strike the ground, launching me faster heading for the sound. Finally I reach it, almost wishing I hadn’t. Here lies a mother, child in hand and a red stream flowing down her lifeless face. The bundle in her arms screams again, snapping me back into reality.
I remember the day with clarity. Yet, I remember it with an ancient feel of age and a deep ache. I don't quite remember what she looked like in those last moments, but I do remember how her blood stained the earth a beautiful crimson. We were playing in a field, she was ranting on about how beautiful the day was, while I merely tried to walk nonchalantly back to the house so I could hopefully get out of the blistering heat. She would spastically tug on my arm, trying to get me to move faster towards the long grass, while I simply walked in the opposite direction, pulling her with me.
The tears streamed down his mother’s face. If she could only turn back times, she would give all her life to make Yogi felt the happiness. “Nobody can realize how priceless something is until they lose it.” *The end*