Coming Home

Stinging sand, whipping, unrelenting
Hunkered down, miserable, lonely,
A soldier, a man, a father.

A pink bundle in a blanket,
Small fist grabbing his nose,
Now photos show,
An unknown girl.

Six more months to go,
Counting down the days,
Before he can hold
His girl again.

Rain splashed windows,
Heavy laden soldier,
A long crowded corridor,
On his way home.