Just like home, the sun will set and allow the moon to shine.
Voices fade and fall to slumber as they count the sheep ’till nine
The winds will fill the fallen sky with fictive songs of peace
until the sound of gunshots heard claim what once did cease.
The masses stir from makeshift house with worry and a fright
and just like home, heroes rise to claim the peaceful night.
Even when the weather bodes to dispute our daily tasks
rather than umbrellas up, we make due with desert masks
And at days end we settle down and find our ways to cope
through arts, through prayer, or fitness means we find a little hope
Just like home, when things are rough, take the good in with the bad.
Just like home, I tell myself, just like home and I won’t feel all that sad….
~PFC Christine Bernat
Wednesday, 1. July 2009
That’s Beautiful! Thanks, your poem will help me get through the day and what is to come.
Wednesday, 1. July 2009
What a wonderfully inspired poem. It really has a peaceful flow to it. You certainly have a gift. Keep up the writing and you may be surprised where it may lead you. God bless you and thank you for your service to our country.
Saturday, 4. July 2009
This is a wonderful poem. Definitely keep expressing yourself with words, pictures, and drawings. You did a great job. I’m proud of you!!