Poetry

Bye

 Bye

The warm, sad tears glide down my face.
It's hard to understand, but he's leaving me.
All of the relatives bursting in tears over the phone.
You can faintly hear Grandma in the background, swearing at Saddam Hussein.
There is high risk of war, and he must go.
When Dads coming home, God knows.
We hope to see him in April, but anything could happen.
Friends, and probably you, don't understand how paralyzing it is.
When you see that hand waving good-bye as you're driving away you could die.
Mom became a CNN freak and steals the T.V. "every hour on the hour."
Everything breaks, because Dad's not there to fix it and Mom gets really mad.
Dad misses Thanksgiving, Christmas, my birthday, New Years, Super Bowl, Disney
trip, Valentine's Day, my sister's birthday, St Patrick's Day, my brother's
birthday, and possibly Easter.
There are also good things to him saying bye.
It means that one day he'll have to say hello again.
When he does there will be great celebration.
In a way Saddam Hussein has brought our family closer, so I'd like to thank
him, because now I know how much I need my dad.


Amanda Solberg, Jan 1998
Daughter of MSgt Peter Solberg
347th Contracting Squadron
Moody AFB Georgia



contributed by Patricia E Solberg [This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. ]