Fireworks For Me
I’ve been emailing him poems for months at this time
Don’t see his eyes shine proud as he reads each line
I turn my head to look when I hit a winning home run
Always find mom clapping, proud, but alone, in the sun
He blows kisses to us each time we get to see him
But talking on Skype leaves me empty, torn and grim
My heart jumps up each time I hear of a bomb blast
“God, let him be safe”, I pray desperate and aghast
I’ve been trying so hard to grow up, toughen up like a soldier
Just need a pat on the back,weight of his hand on my shoulder
Fills my eyes as all celebrate freedom on the 4th of July
Fireworks for me,when my dad in uniform returns to us alive.
Written on 06/12/2016
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016
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