Each day I watch the news,
I hear of this and that soldier
being killed in the line of duty.
A truck was bombed, plane blew up.
And all I can do is think of you.
Praying your safe and no where near
the horrible tragedies.
It is sad that loved ones have to die,
yet I thank god each day that one of those
soldiers wasnt you my dear.
You are my love, my life,
my everything and wishing you was here with me.
Come home soon my darling dear,
and make me a soldiers wife.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Terrie* (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, November 7 2003, 02:12 am|
Sweetie, i know...as difficult as it is, absence.... makes us think of the most horrid things ever possible...it implants fear in us ...making us feel hopeless of what we can not control....focus only on his return...God will guide him safely to you...i continue to carry you both in my prayers......do keep us informed upon his return....Terrie*
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