Tonight I made a phone call.
One I just could not put off.
It was a very hard thing to do.
I promised to do it no matter the cost.
I had a lot of things to say.
I needed to keep my head clear.
I would only have
a few moments, to carry him through the next year.
I had kept myself busy through out most of the day.
I tried to stay cheerful as I watched my three kids play.
My mind was filled with worry.
What was I going to say?
The seconds felt like hours.
The hours felt like years.
Nervously I watched the clock.
The time to call drew near.
My palms were all sweaty.
My throat, dry as a bone.
I slowly dialed the number.
I put my ear up to the phone.
It rang once and rang again.
I prayed dear God let him be in.
I heard some one pick up the line.
I knew it was that brother of mine.
All the words I wanted to say.
They left my head, just flew away.
I had to concentrate and really try.
If I didn’t, I knew I’d cry.
Little brother, as soon as I heard your voice.
I could not seem to find my words of choice.
I love you and I miss you.
That was the best that I could do.
I struggled with my fears and emotions.
I promised I wouldn’t cry.
I knew it would be hard when it came time to say goodbye.
As soon as I said it, tears welled up in my eyes.
Tonight I made a phone call.
One I wish I never had to make.
To my little brother.
He leaves tomorrow at day break.
He will join the fight for freedom.
He will stand beside the soldiers already there.
In Iraq, on the desert sands.
Little brother Please take care. |
