He Didn'T Make It Back

He sat down with a pen and paper, to write a letter in the heats vapor. His wife at home tending to the kids, fighting a war the UN forbids. His convoy was ready, about to leave, survival was low as his heart grieved. The convoy was attacked, wiped out clean, his body found holding Kathleen. The photo was burned within his hands, the government followed his commands. “If in the event that I am gone, deliver this note before next dawn. “ The military kept to this wish, delivered the note on a silver dish. When she saw it she broke down and cried, as she read it her soul just died. “If this note is delivered to you, then the end of my life is true. I will always love you that’s for sure, As I wait beside heaven’s door. I won’t go in the city above, I want to enter with my true love. So don’t you worry about me, the difference is my soul is now free. Tell the kids their daddy loves them, it’s not your fault please don’t condemn. For only when the time is right, will you sprout wings and take flight. I will be waiting for you to come, and tell our girl stop sucking her thumb. Make sure they know who their daddy was, and watch our dog the small ball of fuzz. Sorry I didn’t make it back, I know I promised you and Jack. He is old enough to understand, we can’t see the Braves like we planned. Make sure you take care of them for me, and take them to our old tree. I love you baby even now, I will watch over you that’s my vow.” By: Nathan Bane Leccese © All Rights Reserved 05/23/2009 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Inspired by the song "If You're Reading This" by Tim McGraw For "Music to Your Pen" Poetry Contest