When your son comes home during a war…And you cannot control your joyOr the number of times you stand on tiptoeTo wrap your arms around his man-sized bodyAnd he lets you. When your son comes home during a war…For less than a dayAnd you gaze at him when you think he doesn’t noticeUntil he asks you to stopBecause apparently, “it’s creepy”. When your son comes home during a...
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