Empty dreams
Poor shattered heart
It aches for him,
Letters in a drawer
Memories mingle with the summer air
Anger burns once in awhile
My hero
The keeper of this heart
Gunshots invade my dreams
A twenty-one gun salute...
I want to turn back time
To take our poem from that grave marker
And put it in his hands
God why?
Why was it his time?
I just don't understand
This pillow is soaked,
The kleenx is gone
I cling to all but faded memories
Oh my soldier
How I wish you were coming home to me
I need your love,
That promise of forever
Tonight I'm in pain,
Falling once again
How I wish you were here to catch me

What a wonderful tribute to your Chris....and he knows Sweety..he knows.

Very sweet words indeed Nicki. You write from the heart as well.