by Lisa Weber

Created on: September 28, 2010

Courage

Last time, after the crash

I woke early each day to check the drive.

You see, from what I’ve heard,

The men in their shiny black suits come early,

Solemnly, to give their news

Before we have realized what has happened.

Those days, when there was no contact

My life ended and I had to start anew.

Checklists, were composed

Enumerating the things we must do to live. 

And this time, the body count is higher

Making life harder on those of us back home.

The kids are older, they see the news of

Helicopters falling like the flies from the skies. 

But this time, I can’t live to always be

Waiting on the shiny, black-coated men.

I refuse to wallow, the dark possibilities will be

Pushed away while we remember the joy in our lives.

Don’t worry, my darling

I will be a soldier just like you.

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