Christina A. Sharik
When you got home you locked us out
You wouldn’t talk
You would not let me understand.
It’s nearly 12 years later
And it’s only from reading
That I have finally begun to understand.
But your son and I were wounded
in this ugly war
Just as surely as if we’d been there, too
along with you.
Your pain is catching
and we’ve endured 12 years
He wonders what he ever did
to make you stay
©Copyright 1985 by Christina A. Sharik