At last it’s over. He will now return.

Who will he be, I have yet to learn.

He was my husband before he went to war,

My daughter’s father the best you ever saw.

The joy is rampant in my happy heart,

It’s more than a year, we have been apart.

But there is fear residing in my brain,

That when he returns he’ll not be the same,

Sometimes I sorrow when joy takes respite,

I’m filled with horror in the sleepless night.

For I dream that war causes them to hate,

Denies them love when they lose a mate.

So I wait uncertain with sadness and delight

And pray to God my love will be alright.

Ó14 April 04 Colin F Jones