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I have his picture next to my bed.
And a box of letters that I've read.
In each room you can see his face.
And in our closet he takes up space.
I wash his clothes, though he is gone,
They are dirty because I put them on.
His cologne lingers upon my skin,
I spray it there to breathe him in.
Two towels still hang side by side.
One his his, he used to dry.
His shoes are still in my way.
Our daughter plays with them every day.
His favorite songs echo in my ears.
We play them daily for him to hear.
We speak of him and send our love.
And pray for his safety to above.
Though we cannot touch him or hear his voice,
And loving this way is not our choice-
We know he'll be here always,
Even when we're older.
Because this man I speak of is a,
Daddy, My husband and our Soldier.