Wednesday, November 12, 2008


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.


Minxy Mimi said...

Thats a lovely and sad poem.

Moriah said...

very nice poem! You def. should continue posting them for us to read.