Tangible Sadness

A Nation's shame and a mother's incredible sadness

Far away lands once only existed in fairy tales
Read aloud to you at night by loving parents
Pristine childhood books
Enticed you to fall gently, safely asleep at night
Upon your bed of soft, clean, fragrant sheets and blankets

Far away lands now loom tangible and unfamiliar
Under the boots of every American Army battalion and platoon
The land is constant and considerable sand – course and scratchy
Army blankets and armor provide little warmth and lack a safe haven
Beneath or within for you to fall gently, safely asleep

Here, at home, your newborn son’s cries in his concerned mother’s arms
The growing loneliness gives rise to the question, “Will you ever come back home?”

Written for and entered in the following on January 29th, 2007 (and it's my birthday,too)

A Poem a Week Campfire II  (18+) Poem a Week Campfire Started May of 2004, Now Extinguished! #849022 by ♥HOOves♥