Wives Pay While Soldiers Lay* Poem by Mrs. Cynosure

As they handed the folded up American flag to her,
For her to have and to hold.
She gazed at the stars and stripes.
Emotions overriding her thoughts.
Not believing this could be real.

She laid it against her chest as shivers went up her spine.
Hugging it tight as if she held it tight enough,
She would make him breath again.
Her heart barley beat and only to the tune of it breaking,
With unleashed tears and,
The combination of the weeks of fears.
Not knowing if he is going to come home,
And now the worst has came true.
Every part of her wants to lose control.

A flag was used to lure away her husband of only 3 years,
And the father of her 16 month old baby.
To lure him the love of her young life.
To fight a war that was not to be won.
He had come home in peace,
At last to stay but maybe,
Her husband could have came back in something,
Other then a coffin.