When the men go off to war
The women often cry
They are the ones left behind
To and sit wonder why
They’re the ones that have to hold
The family as one
And wonder if it will still be whole
When the war is finally done
They hide their fears
They go to work and hold the line
They write letters to their men
They volunteer their time
They oversee the day to day
And hope things won’t go wrong
They think their man will be home soon
He won’t be gone for long
But things don’t always go as planned
In wartime people die
Some men come home without their limbs
Without their face or eyes
And while the men fight for peace
Women wait and hope and pray
Their men will somehow live
To come home another day.
2 comments:
Thats a lovely and sad poem.
very nice poem! You def. should continue posting them for us to read.
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