Welcome Home

I can't imagine how he feels,

Every moment once controlled. Now this new freedom.

Looking life in the face every moment, wondering,

Will this be my last day on Earth?

Will I see my family again?

He sleeps in his own bed,

He is allowed to dream again.

And a kiss from his wife is no longer a fantasy.

Welcome Home Son!

The Kitchen Window

The window that I love the most

 Above my kitchen sink.

Is where I keep my memories,

 And there I like to think.

I once could watch my children play,

 They play now in my mind.

How fast they have now grown to men,

It seems in half the time.

Now dreaming as I look out side,

 I find that now I pray

That life brings them a window,

To watch their kids some day.

Here I Am

~Here I am~

I found a place

Tattered denim

Embroidered in lace

A quiet spot

A pocket there

To hold my thought

To keep and share