LETTERS FROM HOME
They were never written
the messages of concern never sent
paper and pen never met
their post office never got hem
nor did I get more than a handful
Out of my head for letters from home
I’m sent to the front lines for the day
and at night return to junk mail
and a letter of love and duty
from our pastor of good intent
Where were the writings of family
those that make me feel connected
news of who is doing what
while I rot in the fields of war
clinging to a belief that I am loved
Where are the hearts of girls I know
the one in particular who promised
the one who went out regularly
for fun and activity leaving no time
for writing to me letters from home