Christina A. Sharik
After months of acting strangely after ‘Nam
You saw the Chaplain on the base
You went along, you spoke to him
Put on your “normal” face –
But you and I both knew
How wrong it all became
I didn’t know how to fix “it”
It didn’t have a name.
I was advised to leave
To go home to Mom and Dad
Give you a chance to rest a bit
Things might not seem so bad.
Once on the plane, I think I knew
It was all over – you weren’t “you”
I went away remembering how it once had been.
And I have never seen you or held you again.
©Copyright 1972 by Christina A. Sharik