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As Days Flew By

As days flew by I have missed you so You see sand and wind Love ones are lost without you Holidays come and go And still our hearts lie with you Some days we miss your happiness And weep when hearing your voice We wonder what it's like over there To even get up on some days Children in streets, happy to see you Women dressed in foreign clothes Men with guns and gear You go to work and see your kids picture And start to sob Family's that have loved ones live with this But they never forget When someone has served their rights Wife's feel like their heart has been ripped Children pray Friends wait Until finally the solider returns Family's reunite Children weep uncontrollably Friend's rejoice that God has blessed them To have their soldier back home safe

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 5/18/2011 5:31:00 AM
Nice try on this poetry sarah it's really touching.Marvel Godwyn
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Date: 6/6/2010 7:50:00 PM
I remember reading this, when u sent it to me. Very good. It hurts my heart though. I know some what what you go through when your dads away:( Great insight.
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Date: 4/29/2010 5:31:00 PM
This was a very touching write and as I read your words and the beautiful ending, my mind could not help but think of those that do not make it back home and the wives and children crying for a different reason. This was very moving, really wonderful poem.
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Date: 4/28/2010 3:44:00 AM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Sarah. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol
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