How can these feelings change so fast.
This is the worst,I can't let it pass.
One whole year, maybe more,
my daddy will be gone to the well known war.

I can't help but to think how miserable I will be,
knowing that my daddy is alone without me.
I say a prayer as my emotions become weak,
and a tear of many rolls down my cheek.

I love him so much,if only he knew
my heart needs him and the rest of me too.
I think, and into space I stare
as I softly say this helpful Prayer.

God, please help my daddy in Iraq,
and keep him safe through every attack.
Help him come home just the same,
and play his same ole daddy games.

Lauren P. Yount
November 2004