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9/3/2018 3:55:40 PM

Anastasia Stewart
Posts: 12

Until all my sons come home the birds will not know how to sing.
the sky will be grey and the trees without leaves
our hearts will weigh us down like the anchor of a boat,
but only until all my sons come home.

We have not seen light since the stars in the sky the night they left.
Only known the promise of their return.
We wait in the dark, unable to say a word
until all my sons come home.

The door unlocked and the table set,
they will surly be here soon.
For I have waited a thousand days of darkness,
just for one day of light to illuminate their path back to me.
We live in stillness
until all my sons come home.

Like a mirage of water on a hot dry day,
I see a speck of light glint in the distance.
So I run, into the light
So bright but I do not shy away,
I look around to see my world in colour,
golden beams of sun branch out to greet me.

I call out for the ones that were taken from me
they welcome me in their arms, I close my eyes
as my sons have finally come home and all is as it once had been.

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