Times ticking-

Seven o clock.

Rising awake full of joy,

it's time to see my little boy.

I cannot wait, I cannot toy.

Been waiting for this since he was, 

deployed.

Times ticking-

Eight oclock nine oclock ten.

I put some words on paper with pen.

To write to my husband, my only friend.

As I wait and I wait again.

Times ticking-

Eleven oclock.

Im getting nervous now,

I try to breathe but I don’t know how.

My stomachs burns,

and I slump into a bow.

My words slur and I clench my brows.

Times ticking-

Eleven thirty.

Look at that, a military truck.

But wait one, two, three, four.

I take my hand and reach for the door.

My heart is ripped right from my core.

Two faces but not my John.

The life in me dispearses.

-Gone

Bad news was brought to my dismay.

A death in the family is never okay,

but the love and life in me died today.

Time stops-