War.

novaBLOG : Poetry Follow Category

By: Mjbdiver Follow

I was crying and screaming.

“Dad, don’t go!”

Dad said

“Son, I must. Our country is in danger,

I will fight for preservation.”

I said,

“If you do, please come back.”

“I will.” he said. “I promise.”

I felt better.

My dad never came back.

He promised.

And I am still waiting.