Blunder

As my Son left for war

I watched

as he walked

out the door.

There was fear

in my heart

at his

leaving.

He traveled far, far away

and I started to pray

for his hurried return

as they say.

The months they dragged by

the family would cry

there were no

dry eyes in the house.

Then one night the phone rang

it caused fear, it caused pain,

every heart in the house

beat much stronger.

And he wasn't all right

he'd been hurt in a fight

by a blast

he drove by in the night.

Then I learned that my Son

no longer a child

had injury

seen and unseen.

I have dreams

it is me

whom takes the blast

and not he.

I awake

from my dream

I curse and I scream

his saving was only of slumber.

So now I look at my Son

remember him

with his toys

and I'm thankful that he is not under.

We are luckier then some

a new journey's begun

I get to watch all the healing

and wonder.

If I had not said yes

way back when it began

would something else in his life

be my blunder.