My Cry
by Shayna H.

I can feel the quake in his boots,
Hear the cries in his ear.
I can feel him shake when someone shoots,
And feel his sad wet tears.

The world is cold and hateful he says,
And no one ever gets along.
I agree with him how true that is,
But for once I wish he was wrong.

His letters, his phone calls, him,
Is what I think of as I wait for his return,
As my heart starts to grow dim,
And I just wait with deep concern.

Because with out my daddy my heart would die,
And the world would drown from my cry