I watch from the sidelines as my son marches by, just beyond my hands reach.
My eyes are filled with tears, as my heart sinks into my chest.
I have longed to touch his hand and hold him in my arms.
I stare at him in the distance as his shadow disappears from view.
I wait through countless hours and minutes until once again he is with me.
I can see across the field through my heart, and hear the echo of his voice in my soul.
Each moment with him is precious that I have.
I fight the heartache as I hear the screams echoing inside of me.
Once again, I must say goodbye and watch his shadow disappear from view.
I return to the countless hours and minutes, and write him daily until his return.
In the night, I whisper “I love you,”
until I can see my son’s sweet face again.
