I come to you on a sheet of paper,
between the words of love and sorrow.
I hold an air of sadness,
and a hope for a better tomorrow.
I symbolize how much you’re missed,
and how many prayers have been said.
I’m full of all the faith one drop can hold,
and the love a wife alone in her bed.
I’m the assurance she waits for you,
and will be there at your arrival.
I’m the symbol of a strong will,
she’s assured of your survival.
So when you return to her,
with this paper in your hand,
she’ll know her tears were successful,
in returning home her man.
I wrote this for my mother, who cried many tears when my father left to train for Iraq. He ended up retiring before his unit deployed. But many of my friends and family have gone over