I am going home


 

I am going home

 

Soldier boy, the running man.

Received a phone call in the Winter of 1991,

Grandpa is gone,

he loved you and he missed you.

He told his kind sister,

I am coming home,

he hung the phone-up,

he felt the Iraq heat on his face and soft tears begin to fall.

Three months later,

holding a steel container with a blessed name upon her.

He learn,

he had everything once,

love near,

great mentors and he whispered a prayer.

I miss you my kind friend and I am home now.

Please save a seat in heaven for me,

please forgive me seeking escape when I should of been seeking home.

 

Dancing Coyote

 

 

 

 

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