A Father's Prayer

I wrote this for someone who means the world to me. A very strong, brave man.  They will be home soon. They are warriors, like you.

                         A Father's Prayer

They stand on a wall, so we can sleep at night.
They learn to fight and kill to protect our rights.
They live by a code and die for the same.
You love them for bravery, duty and fame.
I love them for more and call them other names.
 These men are much more than soldiers to me.
 They're more than their duty and bravery you see.
These men are my sons, my life and my soul.
 You thank them for duty, I pray they come home.
So don't just pray for our soldiers tonight.
Pray for my sons as they stand up and fight.
 Pray their mother gets to hold them again, that they get to throw a ball with theirs sons in the end. We all come from somewhere, we all can fight, we all love our soldiers who protect us at night.
 So here's to our soldiers, warriors and sons, we love you for all you will ever become.
 Go fight our battles, go make us proud, then get your asses back home....
safe and sound.

Rain

Rain on the window. Cleansed air, cool breeze. Blankets, soft against skin. Candle light dances on walls. Almost perfection. An absence, a void. You.