A letter to a brother (Soldier)

Pictures: Valdimir Kush

 

 When you come back

mom that has cried a river

can swim and wash off the pain

When you come back

you can have the old train set

I’ll give your leather jacket back

It’s too big anyway

When you come back

I’ll fill all the balloons in the world

they’ll go up to the sky

you’ll be the rainbow, if God has eyes!

When you come back

we’ll go down the river

we shall race again
you will be the winner!

When you come back

we’ll go to antiwar rallies

to open this thing in   my heart 

I’ll scream the knot away

 When you come back

 your dog will stop barking
                                                                      I can sleep again

 You know, the river mom cried is the ocean

& I don’t dream of college no more!

When you come back

I’ll cut my hands

so you can be a dove

 
you can fly away

to join the world where there is no war

When you come back 

can I fly with you?

will you come back?

will you fly away? 

         

                             Copyright © 2012 Parissa Khosh

This poem is dedicated to all the high school students who join the army with a dream of having a better life!