The Soldier

When a family is parted and one goes away,
You anxiously wait for the letters each day,
But when the one who has gone is away fighting a war.
You live with the hell, dreading that knock on the door,
The weekes turn to months and how slowly it passes,
You can't escape all those dreadful news flashes.
The waiting, not knowing, often filled with remorse,
Yea! The ones left behind in the dark feel it worse,
But remember that faith, hope and love,
Bring you closer together.
If you keep pn believing, these storms you can weather,
Hang on to your love, a bond more precious than gold,
And your faith and your hope, will bring them back to the fold.

By Sheila Betts.