The days are so long without me being there,
I hold up my chin, act strong, but I’m scared;
That while I’m away fighting this war
That something might happen, so I scream and deplore.
How will you react while I slam open that door?
What do I say that hasn’t been said before?
I won’t fall prone but I will bend a knee;
Bow my head, kiss your hand, ask you to marry me.
Imagine these words being said to you now
If you must know that they’re real, say them aloud
I couldn’t wait to express how I feel
Every day that I’m here I spin the wheel
© 2011 Michael Yost
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/06/poetry-potluck-void-loneliness-and.html
Very powerful! Truly shows the fear and how important home is to keep going.
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Thanks Teresa for the comment and the visit.
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Oh, so sweet and then the reminder of the words must be said now. Wow, Michael, this is good. Thanks for posting …
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Must keep these people in remembrance whenever we can.
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Never put off til tomorrow…. Nice one, friend. Well said!
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I’m glad you like liked it Charles! Thanks for the visits and the comments today.
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I agree with the post that commented on your line: Oh, so sweet and then the reminder of the words must be said now. Great line! Congratulations.
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Romance interrupted by war sucks.
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you pin the wheel,
true.
brilliant write.
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Thanks Jingle.
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Awww so sweet =)
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Let’s stop the wars and make it all sweeter. History repeating itself… During the 60s…. etc. etc. etc. smiles…
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wow.
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Now we have to bring him and or her home.
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