The telephone slips out of her hand,
as she feels she can no longer stand.
The sweet morning air kisses her cheek,
as she falls to the ground and begins to weep.
The pain inside consumes her being,
as tears fill her eyes and her chest begins heaving.
Her tears fall to the ground,
and she is suddenly deaf to every sound.
Her little girl,
too young to understand,
walks over to her mommy and takes her hand.
Her pride and joy,
not a day over three,
looks at her mom and whispers, "you okay mommy?"
Her head begins to swarm as she tries to explain what happened to her father.
Her little girls eyes fill with tears,
as she finally understand what it is she hears.
She wraps her arms around her baby girl,
as her head begins to whirl.
She rocks the little one in her arms,
trying to keep the only thing she has left safe from any harm.
She looks to the sky,
no longer denying the pain inside,
and tries to cope with the fact,
that her husband isnt coming back.
He'll never have his only child to hold,
to love, to hug, and watch grow old.
All because he was a soldier in Iraq ,
who honored his country enough to fight back.
(photo credited to www.army.mil)
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