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The Soldier's Sister
Your door is cracked, I sneak a peek inside.
Everything is exactly as it was; I nearly cried.
I've been counting the days since you left.
The pain of missing you is like a slow form of death.
You traveled over seas, to far away lands.
You're giving your life for all of man.
But I can't help miss you; miss you bad.
I miss talking to you; you were all I had.
Why did you have to leave me for a land so far away,
For guns and toys of horrible dismay?
I may never know, but I may never ask.
I cry over your absence at night; I miss our past.
When we would wrestle and play around,
But now you play while lying low in the ground.
You said you may never come back; you may die.
I couldn’t make myself believe that; it must be a lie.
Now lays a bullet wound north of your heart,
The news of your passing tore me apart.
I didn’t want to believe that you may never come back,
But now I know that is was a fact.
Soldiers stand by your casket, with your lifeless body within.
The sheer thought that someone would want you dead is a sin.
I love you and will always terribly miss you,
But I know joining the army was something you had to do.
I didn’t know how much I missed you until you were gone.
I didn’t know how right you were until I was wrong.
Everything is exactly as it was; I nearly cried.
I've been counting the days since you left.
The pain of missing you is like a slow form of death.
You traveled over seas, to far away lands.
You're giving your life for all of man.
But I can't help miss you; miss you bad.
I miss talking to you; you were all I had.
Why did you have to leave me for a land so far away,
For guns and toys of horrible dismay?
I may never know, but I may never ask.
I cry over your absence at night; I miss our past.
When we would wrestle and play around,
But now you play while lying low in the ground.
You said you may never come back; you may die.
I couldn’t make myself believe that; it must be a lie.
Now lays a bullet wound north of your heart,
The news of your passing tore me apart.
I didn’t want to believe that you may never come back,
But now I know that is was a fact.
Soldiers stand by your casket, with your lifeless body within.
The sheer thought that someone would want you dead is a sin.
I love you and will always terribly miss you,
But I know joining the army was something you had to do.
I didn’t know how much I missed you until you were gone.
I didn’t know how right you were until I was wrong.
Published 24th Feb 2010
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3rd Mar 2013 2:20pm
A wonderful and most touching poem! So much emotion was packed into this.
We never know how much we miss someone until they are far away and gone.
We never know how much we miss someone until they are far away and gone.
