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By marfell1964 Date: 2009 Nov 06 Comment on this Work [[2009.11.06.21.03.8498]] |
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It's late or it's early.. I am not sure which anymore. We tried staying awake all night to make it last.. maybe stop time. It didn't work. No magic. The dawn it is not here yet.. but it is coming and I am exhausted emotionally physically weary. I have always said... I cannot do this... I won't make it. But here I am living it.. doing it. Feeling it. His sister is still asleep Although I doubt if it is restful. Although we don't speak of it I am sure her dreams are as haunted as mine. So as I climb the stairs to see if he is ready I push open the door slightly... and I see them I remember them... as much as I try to forget they are there. Boots... the color of sand though the crack in the door My eyes follow them up.. to the uniform. My heart skips a beat. He is gone. My boy is gone. The soldier is back. Stoic and stern. Strong and proud. His shoulders are so broad now I notice the seams stretching across them. And it terrifies me the weight they carry. I close the door without him seeing. Breathe Breathe... I watch his back as he walks away I tried not to cry... but the tears spilled out anyway. The last glimpse around the corner... his boots... my heart... my soldier my son. My God Bring him back to me. |