her hero

She said, “I’ll always love you,”

as he walked out the door.

She feared this would be the last time,

she might not see him anymore.

She promised that she would be stronger,

for the one she held inside.

She swore to always love her heroes,

even the one who died.

She looked forward to the letters,

that she dampened with her tears.

Always waiting for the phone call,

through that first painful year.

Keeping herself healthy and happy,

for the boy she held inside.

She swore to always love her heroes,

even the one who died.

Their baby boy was born soon after,

a new joy to fill her life.

She sent the pictures to her hero,

of his new son and his brave wife.

He promised to come home to see them,

his voice was shaking as he cried.

She swore to always love her heroes,

even the one who died.

She read the story in the paper,

another bomb had killed again.

Her heart was broken for his loved ones,

she didn’t know it was her man.

Then the phone call that would strip her,

of everything she felt but pried.

She swore to always love her heroes,

most of all the one that died.