It's Time To Come Home

I dreamt last night you were coming home, feeling extremely excited for I am tired of always being alone. I couldn't wait what a great surprise for I hoped it would not be too late. It's been a long time since I saw you last do you remember when? I watched you walk away with the hope I would one day see you again. I couldn't believe you were going overseas to fight a war with the unknown to a place of uncertainty where nothing but hurt and sadness is sown. As I would daily worry about hearing news you might be gone, I prayed God would somehow keep you strong. Oh I am so happy you are finally coming home, hopefully to stay. I don't want to live another minute with the distance that keeps us away. Oh God please don't tell me I've awoken and this is nothing but a dream, but I guess the reality is my son is in the war waging his life sitting front line on his team. Why, oh why did this have to be a dream?