Colin F. Jones


At last it’s over. He will now return.
Who will he be, I have yet to learn.
He was my husband before he went to war,
My daughter’s father; the best you ever saw.
The joy is rampant in my happy heart;
It’s more than a year we have been apart.
But there is fear residing in my brain,
That when he returns he’ll not be the same,
Sometimes I sorrow when joy takes respite,
I’m filled with horror in the sleepless night.
For I dream that war causes them to hate,
Denies them love when they lose a mate.
So I wait uncertain with sadness and delight
And pray to God my love will be alright.