I Just Pray Our Soliders a Safe Return Home
in her torn pocket sack
just five pennies
the issue, pressing
daddy
daddy why she said
i learned to love the idea of a soldier
but i fear new teachings
the heart explodes
and then loathes, the black door opens
tears soak his wife's silk blouse
his daughters' dreams did as planes do, crashed
the soldier does not come home alive
for it was already too late-yesterday....
Copyright © Chante Reeves | Year Posted 2010
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