My Heart Cries Out For My Cathy... Poem by Philip Lore

With a trembling hand, unsteady pen,
These words of love to you I send.
I want you to know Cathy, I'm not weak,
I'll open my heart and soul...
Now...Take a peak.

I hope to come home,
The man that you loved and knew,
Loved you then...
I still do.
The experiences here, rip me apart,
So, cuddle me tenderly,
Soothe my broken heart.

Holding you Cathy,
At home one day,
It will be a difficult journey,
To put these memories away.
These poems I write are from deep inside,
Not written in weakness,
Guilt,
But with pride.

Late at night,
Sleeping restless, I drift from this land,
Dreaming of walking peacefully,
Just hand in hand.

But...
The killing, the violence, its hard to erase,
Warm, flowing tears, its common place.

I try to be strong,
But when I look around,
Shattered, broken bodies,
Litter the ground.

Never, will I ask why we fought this war,
I'll do my duty quietly, I'll finish my tour.
Soon, I'll be back to the simple life,
Hug and kiss the grand kids,
No more stress or strife.
No more bearing a challenged heart,
Or sad, sad, soul,
No more blowing sandstorms,
No more cringing, laying, in a fighting hole.

Cathy, you are everything I'd hoped for in my life,
My battle buddy, my cherished wife.
Thank you for always being so strong,
Hiding your fears, never carrying on.

As I write these words,
I'm wiping my tears,
Never told you these things,
For all these years.

I want the whole wide world to know this day,
Your soldier loves you in a special way,
By writing these words to you today.

God blessed me, I've had such a great life
Beautiful family,
And a wonderful wife, My Cathy.