Away In Afghanistan

February 23, 2018
By Anonymous

You were absent and I was alone
Four months will slowly pass
And the hardest thing I had to do
Was watch the hourglass

I was growing and you were gone
Although it was not your fault
I talked to you a few times a week
Though it felt like our tie was at halt

Grandma was sick while you were away
You missed vacations too
But when I saw you at the airport
I shoved my way to you

The smell of you had been forgotten
You brought us back at ease
The Afghan air had settled on you
I got a whiff of the breeze

Happy tears were overwhelming
I had gotten my father back
Now it was time for you to go home
And get us back on track



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