A silver flash against a cloud,
the sound of jets that seem so loud,
an answer to the words we pray:
Daddy’s coming home today!
I watch the news on the T.V.
The scenes they show, they’re so scary,
I sometimes have bad dreams at night.
I wish we didn’t have to fight.
No longer will I have to worry.
He’s coming home. Mom says, “Hurry,
it’s time to go. He’ll be here soon.
His plane should land just before noon.â€
We gather at the Air Force base.
I scan the crowds; I see his face.
He waves and smiles, his eyes have tears
that seem to wash away my fears.
I listen to the speech they give
about protecting how we live
by fighting in a far off land
but I won’t let go of his hand.
I hope someday there will be peace
but until then, I won’t release
this strong hand that now comforts me -
this soldier that I call “daddy.â€
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