by Janettee Younger

I'm waiting for my soldier to come home. 
One day, I know,I will get that one call. 
And what will the person on the other end say? 
"I'm so very sorry, 
but your soldier has been blown away." 
Or "Honey, thank God! I am coming home to stay!" 
Waiting, and waiting, for my soldier to return. 
I sit, and cry, and for his love I yearn. 
At times I am so proud of him, 
and want to shout "my hero!" 
Other times I hate the military, 
the establishment that keeps him from me. 
But am an American woman: 
I cannot think this, for I love my country. 
I must only have pride 
in this man who keeps my freedom. 
Faith in God, to keep him alive, 
and hope that the war will end soon. 
I dream of my soldier, and pretend he is home. 
When he is in my dreams, 
I forget that I am alone. 
Maybe when I wake up, he will be home, after all.