My Dearest Elijah

My Dearest Elijah,

You know I still stand on my ground

And pray you’ll be back safe and sound…

It isn’t the same anymore.

You know that the last thing I wanted was to see your face.

And look at you now, gone into year four…

You left a barren, a cave of this place.

I see your wife out in the fields every day.

As I carry the basket you left near my shed,

I can’t help but see my sister out there pray

That one day you’ll return healthy and fed.

The last time she saw you was the day you left

All hitched on a jeep with the other boys.

And since then she hasn’t really slept;

It seems as though she was all out of joys.

And what did I tell you: “You come back, you hear?”;

I held that with a daring point at your chest.

And you know you saw her tears.

But you insisted you knew what was best…

Well, your son’s born now.

I don’t think you knew at the time.

It’s something amazing, and I don’t think you know how

Much it meant for her to have a boy similar to mine.

So her son and mine are going to the same care

Yet still, I should no longer parent your son.

But don’t worry, I will wait until you’re back

So you, your wife, and boy can unite as one.

Yours, Angelica