Mom, I'M Coming Home
Mom, I’m Coming Home
Four simple words
Or so one would think
But not when your Son is a Marine
He is not coming home from college for the summer
He is coming home from long days and nights of training
He is not coming with a car load of everything he owns
Instead he will have a military issued backpack slung over one shoulder
He will be home for a handful of days
In which he will cram in seeing family and friends every second of the day
Grandma will be baking all his favorite sweets
I will have the fridge stocked with all the meals he has missed
He will crash on the couch a time or two
I will capture a quick pic
We will sit and talk as he fills us all in on his life
As I say, please tell me more
Because I don’t know the next time I will hear him say
Mom, I’m coming home
Jennifer Kiesling © 2014
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