When i come home

i wouldnt call this a poem its a song i wrote

 i watched him as he packed his bags

on his shirt he wore an american flag

then he set down his suitcase

he looked down and grabbed my face 

said don't u worry about me i'll be fine

i said you're the best brother a girl could ever have 

now go make me proud in iraq

but be4 u leave

can u remember to do these few things 4 me

 

remember to be safe

and carry a picture of me around with you every day

and don't you forget to call

or that grandmas birthdays in the fall

but most of all

i'll be waiting right here with mom

i'll keep the front porch light on

for when you come home

 

and now its been 3 weeks

i miss my brothe more than anything in the world

i walked down stairs and heard the door bell ring 

i hoped it was my brother coming home early

but instead when i opened that door 

there were two men and that same american flag they door

then they turneed to my mom

said im sorry mam your son is gone

then one of them pulled out a letter 

and handed it to me

on the front it read sissy

and it said

 

i guess if your reading this im dead

but i want u to know the blood i shed

was so you could be free

i did it for the red white and blue

but mostly i did it for u

and most of all 

ill tell god to keep the front porch light on

for when you come home

 

and now im visitin his grave in arlington

and next to him r burried lots of brave men

who this world will always respect

and most of all will never forget

i exspect to see every single one

when i come home

Author's Note

sorry it is more like a song that i wrote