He Is Gone

He is gone, he is gone.
What do I do?
A son, a cat and home to tend too.
I feel so alone even though I have people to talk to.
A wife misses her husband and a son misses his dad too.
We both miss him, miss him so bad.
We know he'll be home soon.
Atleast, that is what we hope.

For hope is all we have, that and a prayer.
A prayer we say, we say it each day.
We hope he is okay, okay every day.

He'll be home soon and we cannot wait.
We cannot wait for the day, the day a husband and a father comes back into town.

-ARTR
3 March 2003