One Day He Will Return

August 29, 2008
Every day I wait and pray,
That you really are OK.
I sit there crying,
on the step.
Thinking of how life you risked life,
but never once did you say why.
Never did you complain,
or even say life's to short.
Never did you say it was not worth it.
You flew to war,
To help us all,
knowing you could die.
So as I write this,
I sit on the porch,
Waiting for you to come home,
Wishing I was as strong as you.

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