By Sophie Leveille
He’s undeniably dead,
And never coming back.
He fell to the floor without a second thought.
No wish or cry can resuscitate him.
It’s too late.
You feel scared,
Though there are commanders around you.
“He died a hero,” they say
“He was fighting for his country.”
But their words do nothing to hinder your growing pain.
Can bring back the warmth
You held so close at night.
Is worth the reality
That your children
Are suddenly fatherless.
What if your little girl
Will now grow with “daddy issues”
And try to find solace
In a man no closer to her than a stranger?
What do you say?
“He died a hero”?
“I know you miss him but he’s watching”?
“His country came first”.