Come Home

Sweetheart,

Your letter came today.

War dripped from the ink
into my tears until I could
no longer tread my river of fear.

Distance is the enemy I battle
Today I don’t give a damn
about flags and honor

Come home to me
Let me hold you when hell
pulls the bandages from
all you can’t forget.

I am here..
I will always be here.

Oh God! Just please come home!

 Susie



At Real Toads Fireblossom gave us these instructions: Write me a poem that includes a letter, or stamps, or a mailbox, or a mail person. 

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Comments

Kerry O'Connor said…
Those first three lines almost had me in tears, Susie. I love the song you selected to.. filled with promise of reunion.
Anonymous said…
So poignant. Such a shame to have so many away from loved ones.
hedgewitch said…
Sometimes saying it simply and forthrightly is the best way it can be said, as here. There is also much craft, though, in the shaping, and war dripping, pulled bandages, these phrases use great economy of words to make their point. Really well said, Susie.
It's the only prayer we hold- please come home. But said so well in this poem.
Sherry Blue Sky said…
"war dripped from the ink"......fantastic.......the very best letters say "come home"......loved this, Susie.
Fireblossom said…
*sigh* So heartfelt and poignant.
Other Mary said…
This is stunningly, painfully good. Maybe if more people read this letter, fewer letters like this would need to be written.
Ella said…
I want to cry, after reading yours~
So touching and seeing a ship full of souls leave the shipyard and wonder-yes, come home-it means the world! Wonderfully done~
So evocative and heart wrenching.
Sumana Roy said…
this is so beautifully written....
hearfelt words...
Heidi said…
You're breaking my heart with this poem! Wonderful.
Anonymous said…
We have a close relative in the army who was deployed last year. You've captured the feelings of those waiting so well. K.
Kathryn Dyche said…
hard hitting and heartbreaking.
Kenia Santos said…
What a beautiful Dear John. You killed me softly right in the first verse.

Kiss. <3
Margaret said…
Yes, that cry of a loved one - just to hold again - and fearing they might not ever again.!

Come home is all that mattes. Nice.