It's Time To Come Home
I dreamt last night you were coming home, feeling extremely excited for I am tired of
always being alone. I couldn't wait what a great surprise for I hoped it would not be
too late. It's been a long time since I saw you last do you remember when? I
watched you walk away with the hope I would one day see you again. I couldn't
believe you were going overseas to fight a war with the unknown to a place of
uncertainty where nothing but hurt and sadness is sown. As I would daily worry
about hearing news you might be gone, I prayed God would somehow keep you
strong. Oh I am so happy you are finally coming home, hopefully to stay. I don't
want to live another minute with the distance that keeps us away. Oh God please
don't tell me I've awoken and this is nothing but a dream, but I guess the reality is
my son is in the war waging his life sitting front line on his team. Why, oh why did
this have to be a dream?
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