"I Remember Being Trapped"
I Remember Being Trapped--
Forever Trapped; And All I knew, was
That Somehow, Some Way It Had To Be Possible-
For Me To See My Husband And Hold Him Again
In My Soft Arms!  Jesus!  I've Stood Down Demons
As Such As Hell Has not since seen.  But Oh!  How I Prayed--
That I might my Theodore Hold In My Arms Again!
Every Fiber Of Being Was Attuned To This Necessity
It Was A Faith, A Fact Of Life, Unalterable.  I knew
I would see my husband again before death, come death or not.
I Had  by then Proven I Was Willing To Withstand
All Manner Of Hell In Order To Hold His Hand
And All Hell Did Withstand, Till I Was Nearly Torn In Two.
Yet- The Thought of seeing my husband's eyes light up again,
thus it was impossible for me to doubt i'd see him as soon as possible!