Christina A. Sharik


Today is September
Tomorrow is December
Tomorrow isn’t really far away
Far away – is yesterday,
and yet, when every day and night
run together
I think I’ll never see
That cold December weather.
Sometimes the time stands still
but I know it will be over soon –
It will.
Tomorrow the war will be over
for us, and I won’t be alone…
So till, December, love, remember
that I love you –
and come home.

Author’s Note: For Rod