Poetry Weaver

To Mother from Her Soldier Son

brown envelop on table

Oh mother I wish I were home-
Closing my eyes I can feel your love
Here in Iraq where I feel so alone
Your hot apple pie is all I think of

So send me your mail all sealed with a kiss
Knowing that I carry your words in my heart
Soon I’ll be home with the family I miss
It will seem like we were never apart.

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©Cassandra Crews

Skills

Posted on

June 26, 2021