The sliver of orange moon turns white
The closest star starts to fade
The sun will soon rise
On a new day
Most stars have faded from view
Except for the one
Closest to the moon
Its orange glow
Seemingly gone too soon
It rises closer to the star
Darkness turns to blue
On the horizon a
A pink and purple hue
It is with a sadness
The night ends
Another day closer to Afghanistan
For my son, a U.S. Marine
Deploying again, it’s like a dream
I feel the sadness
Over me rush
Pounding in my heart
Where I stand,
Like the waves pound
Below on the sand
A dread exists when I think
Of the sand of Afghanistan
Before me rises another day
Putting him closer to going away
Gone for almost a year
Then he’ll be back again
If I’m lucky I’ll see him
Come walking in
When he returns from a war far away
I pray for peace
That he’s home to stay
The moon rises white against
My thoughts of sadness
When he returns I’ll be
full of gladness
The birds start to chirp
It’s another day
One day closer though,
To my son going away.
Mrs. Marijane Green is a Mother of Marine home safely from Afghanistan and is now deployed as a Marine Security Guard and a Mother of former Marine-OIF-surge vet in Iraq. She can be reached at: marijanegreen17@gmail.com
