I am going home…


I am going home…

Soldier boy, the running man.

He called home in the Winter of 1991, sister answered the phone.

She told him. Grandpa is gone,

he loved you and he missed you.

He told his kind sister,

I am coming home,

he hung the phone-up,

he felt the Iraq heat on his face and soft tears begin to fall.

Three months later,

he held a steel container with a blessed name upon her.

He learn,

he had everything once,

love near,

a great mentors and he whispered a prayer.

I miss you my kind friend, my grandfather and I am home now.

Please save a seat in heaven for me,

please forgive me seeking escape when I should of been seeking home.

Dancing Coyote