When I come home
By Jack S
When I come home, my gorgeous wife, I will see with flower pick out of late to suit
the chair in the window no longer still staring into the souls of whom walked past
my children gleefully leaping up into my arms weighing more then a man could carry
As my night less stressful, and my day not war struckin'
I will be home at peace with my gorgeous family
No longer held to the constraints of sending letters
No longer not knowing if I was going to see my children playing in the yard as happy as a dog on a walk
My life full like a scorched land after heavy rainfall
heart heavy, head weary I knew I couldn't leave my kids without a father, my wife without a husband
When I get home no longer waking up the triumphant bugle and the grime breakfast in the trenches
Finally I get off the the treacherous water swallowing our horses
my yearnful glance meet my wife's
my bags hit the ground feeling her arms around my shoulders
To feel anything that wasn't sorrow
that's exactly how I spent my long days hardest to describe
When I come home.