Come Home, Little Soldier

Published: November 23, 2023

Come home, little soldier,

Your playthings crave for you,

Statued forever, searching for life in hues.

Tell your mama, that the forgotten memory-ridden grandpa calls you,

That large, lonely, mountains ought some gratitude

Bring your suits and ties if you wish,

For the heathers to twist and bend, needing another stitch

Rub your eyes to the melting sky,

And sing your blessings to the stars that don’t hide.

Come, my lad, for my legs don’t walk fast.

And I still haven’t taught you how to sail from the dockyard.

Haven’t whispered, for you to appreciate, or replicate,

How grand is the sea and the porches,

Extending forever to the heavens calling my old forges.

Visit me now, my lad, as I swim into the sea

I asked your grandma to let me sleep

Longer, until the whistling halts

My frail muscles shall drown at last within waters deep,

And chatter with whales or mantis shrimps.