My Son

I sit here in this loneliness.
I long to hear the noises you make
as you come home.
I know not what you are doing,
or even where you are.
War has pulled us apart
and I stand here broken
unable to be put back together with any
amount of tape or glue.
I think of you as you were
before you left.
Sweet and gentle,
full of life and laughter.
I know the jokes we shared only
between us.
And I wonder
in my heart
will you come back to me?
Or will someone who looks like my son
come back
and he shall be a stranger to me?
I cry for the loss I know is mine.

By Lisa Andrus

My Son

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Joined March 2008

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losses of war

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