My words cannot capture my innermost grieve
as you do not sit here this Christmas Eve.

Your family of four that you left behind
to fight this war, like a blind man trying to drive.

The battle was almost over,
yet you had to be shipped out again.
But if only you knew
It would be the final time with your family and friends.

Together we pray to see you once more
that this depressing hast
Will form to family grace.

We try to celebrate
But images of battle corrupt our thoughts,
as we wait in patience for you to return from war.

This false pretense of joy will haunt us
Worse than your lack of presence.

You were drafted without notice,
like a man going to war
Taken by surprise by this worry without a cure.

Who would have known that cancer,
Made you say your goodbyes.