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He had one month
Before deployment to a foreign land
But before he flew off,
He promised that he’d take her hand in hand
They spent that month together
Then he was off to a war-torn Middle East

She never cried much
But she did when she got the news
She spent long winter nights
Screaming at her god, confused

And she sets the pot to brew
And she still pours coffee for two

She makes his breakfast
Like she had every Sunday before
She drops his cup
As she slipped in all the teardrops on the floor

He never cried much
But he would, had he got the news
Someone to call him father
And to one day fill his shoes

And she’s tearing through the kitchen
Like there’s so much to do
She cleans and sets the pot to brew
And pours coffee for two

She had their son
In late May of last year
An angel born of a man
Who simply knew no fear
And she gets help from her family and her friends
But once a week she still pretends…

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