December 4, 2011
By Phylicia BRONZE, McDonough, Georgia
Phylicia BRONZE, McDonough, Georgia
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Standing in the airport,
The last place I want to be,
Because that’s my last place
With daddy before he leaves.
He gives us all big hugs and kisses
And says that he loves us,
But I’m accostomed to that,
This time his words are harder to trust.
My mother is crying now,
But my faith keeps me sane,
“Dear Lord, please keep my father safe
On those Afghanistan plains.”

The author's comments:
My dad retired from the army about three years ago. While he was on active duty he was gone ALOT, and each time he left it felt like the first time. You never knew if he'd come back.

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