Dialogue within a PTSD Mind
MISSING MY CHILD
By Lisa Harrod, Army
Writing Type: Poem
I miss her so.
Being away from her
Makes me full of woe.
Even though she understands
Why mommy slipped through her hands,
Mommy's still upset and feels like she ran.
Mommy still can't say, I can, I can.
Mommy works on having hope, knowing she is ill,
And her daughter knows she will, she will.
Then mommy's light bulb clicks on,
She feels better and comes home.
When she enters her house,
Her teenage daughter is on the phone.
Her daughter drops the phone and yells,
"Mommy, you're back!
Mommy, you're home, you're home,
Notes: Jacque Burgess Karen L. Burgess