WILL SHE BE THERE?
Will she be there?
WAITING?
Will she be there?
WAITING?
Will she be there with a smile on her face, like an ANGEL?
Shining with LOVE and PEACE?
Will she be there WAITING with excitement, that her
Daughter is coming home after a long endless DAY IN IRAQ?
Will the woman I call MOMMY be there, WAITING?
WAITING for me... The daughter that's LOVE for her is endless.
The love they share is like a bottomless PIT, like the Oceans waves it never stops. Like the stars in the sky, they twinkle with Joy.
The woman that I just knew was going to be with me forever has gone.
Gone So Far that I can't touch her.
Gone so far that I can't hold her.
TO FAR
That I can’t smell her favorite body oil.
She has traveled FAR and LONG
To the place she is at now.
I know the road was rough
But also had many blossoms along the way.
BUT...
WHY! ! ? ....
WHY! ! ? ....
PLEASE LET this be a DREAM!
I am ready to wake up! !
PLEASE SOMEBODY SHAKE ME! !
I CAN'T BEAR THIS PAIN ANYMORE! !
Then I think...
Will she be there?
Will she be there watching me walk PROUD in my uniform?
Will she see the scar on my arm?
Will she rub my aches and pain?
Will she be sitting in the dinning room listening to my War Stories?
Will she cook my first meal at home?
Will She? ...
Will She? ...
CAN you tell me?
WILL SHE? ...
I need to know the truth NOW! I am living a LIE; I force myself to think that she WILL BE THERE? But I know the truth I just can't face it. Not yet. Because maybe Just maybe She will be there...Waiting...Waiting for her daughter to come home.
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I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful, sorry to hear about your mother, and expressing yourself through creativity is the best way to deal with the pain...but beautiful poem, i loved it