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The house is quiet and cool in the night
I wait in my blankets and my robes for the car to come around
Will they be there?
Or not?
I wait and I wait for the answer
Then like a beacon of light in the dark
I hear the voices of wheels and horses and men
My heart rises in my chest and I turn my head to the path
They are there in their finest armors
They whoop and they cheer and wave their arms like tarps in the breeze
My boys are back and my face is aglow
They are back from war
I wait in my blankets and my robes for the car to come around
Will they be there?
Or not?
I wait and I wait for the answer
Then like a beacon of light in the dark
I hear the voices of wheels and horses and men
My heart rises in my chest and I turn my head to the path
They are there in their finest armors
They whoop and they cheer and wave their arms like tarps in the breeze
My boys are back and my face is aglow
They are back from war
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I thought of all the mothers of soldiers and had to write this.
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