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Mom, I'M Coming Home

Mom, I’m Coming Home Four simple words Or so one would think But not when your Son is a Marine He is not coming home from college for the summer He is coming home from long days and nights of training He is not coming with a car load of everything he owns Instead he will have a military issued backpack slung over one shoulder He will be home for a handful of days In which he will cram in seeing family and friends every second of the day Grandma will be baking all his favorite sweets I will have the fridge stocked with all the meals he has missed He will crash on the couch a time or two I will capture a quick pic We will sit and talk as he fills us all in on his life As I say, please tell me more Because I don’t know the next time I will hear him say Mom, I’m coming home Jennifer Kiesling © 2014

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