'The Long Road Home'
He had been gone for seven years,|
and twenty some-odd days.
His face was drawn and haggard,
and his beard was flecked with gray.
His caring wife was still at home,
in their house on Banner Hill.
She'd never started to mourn him,
believing in him still!
She'd received a call from the Army,
saying that he had reappeared!
No longer was he an MIA,
and he wasn't killed, as feared!
For seven years he'd rotted
in a filthy prison cell.
The memory of his beloved
kept him alive and well!
She ran down the gravel driveway
towards the frail shell of her man,
who was struggling up the gravel road
towards their porch and their divan.
She threw her arms around him,
and hugged and held him tight!
His greying beard was wet with tears,
and he hugged her with all his might!
They cried and held each other!
It had been so very long,
since they'd hugged and kissed, and shared
it had been a long road home!
By Ron Cole
© 2009 Ron Cole
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