Post by Ninmast on Mar 18, 2007 13:21:34 GMT -5
This poem was actually written as an attempt to write a song.
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The letters came about every other day.
He read each one of them, though he knew what they’d say.
He smiled and let a tear fall to the ground,
And as he read, he imagined the sound
As she said,
“I love you!
“When you coming home again?
“I miss you!
“Are you okay?
“I love you!
“When you coming home again?
“I miss you!
“Are you okay?”
And just when he thought he’d reached the end,
A little teardrop, and then,
“P.S. – I love you,” again.
He knew he’d reply; he did every time, but still, he sat back and thought.
How could he convey the feelings inside that those precious letters brought?
He moved for the paper and pen,
And wrote the same response all over again,
And he said,
“I love you,
“And soon I’ll be home again!
“I miss you,
“But I’ll be okay!
“I love you,
“And soon I’ll be home again!
“I miss you,
“But I’ll be okay!”
But just when he thought he’d reached the end,
He let a tear drop, and then,
“P.S. – I love you,” again.
One day, a different letter came to her door.
She shook her head; she couldn’t decide what that dumb letter was for.
But when she read it, she fell to the floor.
She cried her eyes out; she couldn’t take anymore!
And she said,
“I loved you,
“But you’re not coming home again.
“I missed you,
“But you weren’t okay!”
“I loved you,
“But you’re not coming home again.
“I missed you,
“But you weren’t okay!”
And just when she thought she’d reached the end,
Another teardrop, and then,
“P.S. – I love you,” again.
The people came in the rain to see him go,
But afterwards, one came to her, and said, “Here you go.
“He wrote it as he breathed his last.
“I swore to him I’d bring it back.”
And it said,
“I love you,
“But I’m going home again.
“I’ll miss you,
“But you’ll be okay.
“I love you,
“But I’m going home again.
“I’ll miss you,
“But you’ll be okay.”
And just when she thought she’d reached the end,
One last tear drop, and then,
“P.S. – I love you,” again.
Later that night, with coffee in her hand, she sat in the den.
She looked around at the walls, with medals to honor him.
She stood and put the cup down.
For a moment, she didn’t make a sound,
And then,
“I love you,
“But I know you’re home again.
“I miss you,
“But I’ll be okay.
“I love you,
“But I know you’re home again.
“I miss you,
“But I’ll be okay.”
This time, she knew she’d reached the end.
Not a tear dropped, and then,
“P.S. – I love you,” again.
“P.S – I love you, Dad, ...”
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The letters came about every other day.
He read each one of them, though he knew what they’d say.
He smiled and let a tear fall to the ground,
And as he read, he imagined the sound
As she said,
“I love you!
“When you coming home again?
“I miss you!
“Are you okay?
“I love you!
“When you coming home again?
“I miss you!
“Are you okay?”
And just when he thought he’d reached the end,
A little teardrop, and then,
“P.S. – I love you,” again.
He knew he’d reply; he did every time, but still, he sat back and thought.
How could he convey the feelings inside that those precious letters brought?
He moved for the paper and pen,
And wrote the same response all over again,
And he said,
“I love you,
“And soon I’ll be home again!
“I miss you,
“But I’ll be okay!
“I love you,
“And soon I’ll be home again!
“I miss you,
“But I’ll be okay!”
But just when he thought he’d reached the end,
He let a tear drop, and then,
“P.S. – I love you,” again.
One day, a different letter came to her door.
She shook her head; she couldn’t decide what that dumb letter was for.
But when she read it, she fell to the floor.
She cried her eyes out; she couldn’t take anymore!
And she said,
“I loved you,
“But you’re not coming home again.
“I missed you,
“But you weren’t okay!”
“I loved you,
“But you’re not coming home again.
“I missed you,
“But you weren’t okay!”
And just when she thought she’d reached the end,
Another teardrop, and then,
“P.S. – I love you,” again.
The people came in the rain to see him go,
But afterwards, one came to her, and said, “Here you go.
“He wrote it as he breathed his last.
“I swore to him I’d bring it back.”
And it said,
“I love you,
“But I’m going home again.
“I’ll miss you,
“But you’ll be okay.
“I love you,
“But I’m going home again.
“I’ll miss you,
“But you’ll be okay.”
And just when she thought she’d reached the end,
One last tear drop, and then,
“P.S. – I love you,” again.
Later that night, with coffee in her hand, she sat in the den.
She looked around at the walls, with medals to honor him.
She stood and put the cup down.
For a moment, she didn’t make a sound,
And then,
“I love you,
“But I know you’re home again.
“I miss you,
“But I’ll be okay.
“I love you,
“But I know you’re home again.
“I miss you,
“But I’ll be okay.”
This time, she knew she’d reached the end.
Not a tear dropped, and then,
“P.S. – I love you,” again.
“P.S – I love you, Dad, ...”