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Feelings


The family drops the dad at the bus stop

The only one aware was the mom and her heart dropped

Knowing not when but if she would see him again

For many had gone and not returned to their families and friends

It is said that in every crisis lies opportunity

But when it comes to war, one doesn’t see what opportunity there could possibly be

All they can think of is losing their loved ones

For some governmental disagreement in which they took no part of

 

I love you, I miss you, my heart aches so much

I’ve lost count of time but it’s at least been a month

I’m surviving, not living in this hell on earth

I missed our anniversary and our daughter’s birth

I wish I could count down the days for my return

But my time here has made me realize and learn

How thankful I am to have you guys in my life

And how lucky I am to have you as my wife

I can’t count down the days until we get back

Because nobody knows how long will last the attack

Just remember I love you and I’m doing my best

To go back home and not be put through this daily life test

 
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