On this Christmas Morning
I sit and look around
Wishing for only one thing under my Tree
Wondering if Santa can here me
Tears rolling out my eyes as I know the reality
The truth of what is known
Knowing that the Soldier has to stay put
Understanding his time isnt done there yet
Holding tight to memories
Holding tight to the dreams
Holding tight to the hopes
Holding tight to the only thing I have
Tear stained shirt of black
Bear of Greens
Monkey of Italy
Ring of Silver
Struggling to be strong
Only truely wanting one thing
Trying to never be broken
Loveing You like no other
Stnading by her Soldier
Not seen yet there
Seeing you laying there as I
Miles apart, fighting to get home
WIshing I could hold you
Wishing I could be there when you land
Wishing so many things
Wishing upon the Stars in the Skye
Trying to find the strength to see this through
Trying to hold on to the poem
Screaming inside for you
Feeling you wrap around me
Wipeing my tears away
Telling me Soon my Love
Im coming home but I don't know when
Rest upon my shoulder
Soon we can both walk
Side by side
And not to worry Baby
Drying the tears on my face
Saying I Love You
I Miss You
My Soldier.....
by Bethandra Britton @ Copyright 2012
