closely
as I did before.
Back then
I felt like a man
and so much more.
I can tell by your eyes
it hurts you
too
but as a couple
we communicated
so it grew
into a love
more solid
through each passing year.
Our child is now three
and I still
fear
she'll never be picked up
by her daddy's
big warm hands.
I wonder if
God of mercy
understands?
In my dreams
I reach out
for my family to hold.
Although I wake up
each morning
to misery untold.
Yet you remain
by my side
when I'm weak.
You know what
I'm thinking
if I don't speak.
These are just the demons
I live with
and cannot ignore
when I lost both arms
back
in the war.
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