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By Rowan Hoffman
January 25, 2012

Finally he is home
the sky moans of grey
The house has been hushed silent with his absence
He’s been gone two years which to me is forever
They took him away from me
He said it was his Choice
I don’t believe him
I love him too much
I was nOthing without him
A crumpled up piece of paper taking up space in this world in which I do not belong
A busy road so I wait for him on my porch
He gets oUt of the mud caked SUV
The excitement, I know I must contain my self. I feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks
He’s weaRing the same military uniform like 10,000 other men and women Whose families have been aching the same as mine
I wait
And wait, my heart is about to explode with anxiety
He takes too long he always does
So I go to meet him each foot step I take with caution fearing that if I trip I will lose him again
My palms are sweaty
I jam them in my pockets with all my other emotions
I’m almost to him
At the chalk filled side walk
On the lifeless grAss
to the edge of the pot holed road
When it happens
It was so fast the wind had an odor of pain
18 wheels of death taking his life away
No taking my life away
I’ve been waiting for him
And he does this to me
Just leaves me again
No this was their fault not his
But he is still there
On the Ground collapsed
Dead?
I don’t know
Do I call for hElp
I call, no words come out of my mouth.
But I must help him, my actions will determine if I have a dad or not
If I have a life or not
He helped me
So I will do the same
because I have Courage

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