My Hero

Alone they saunter through the mud all night
No consideration of things to come 
Gaze around, what is there? 
Nothing in sight. 
Thoughts of home in the head, keeps him from being numb.

His girl at home, with baby on the way. 
She has to cry herself to sleep at night. 
When will he return, can’t wait for that day
Life will be back, a future in sight.

A rush of red and orange with heat from fire. 
There’s a man at the door, his words can’t be real.
He speaks with mumble, is he a liar? 
No, he bears the truth, a life he does now steal.

We will forever tell the tale of him: 
Of Adam, our brother, our son, our friend.

--Melissa M., Adult