Feb 2014
On a convoy, coming home -
My place that emanates love.
Tired, weary, beaten, torn -
But my spirits soar above.
A sigh of relief escapes -
My mouth turns upwards, doting.
Stepping through the doorway warm -
I know I'm not just coping.
My place that emanates love.
Tired, weary, beaten, torn -
But my spirits soar above.
A sigh of relief escapes -
My mouth turns upwards, doting.
Stepping through the doorway warm -
I know I'm not just coping.
Part 5 - Returning from the War
The last in a five part series. The worst is over now - I am home.
The last in a five part series. The worst is over now - I am home.
