Whispers of the Soul

Military

Letters Home

Dear Mom,
As I sit here under a blanket of stars,
I can't help but think of the life that's ours.
The moonlight whispers secrets of home,
While I'm here in the chaos, so far and alone.

The scent of the earth is a world away,
Where laughter fills spaces in the light of the day.
I remember your kitchen, the warmth of your smile,
And the way that we'd talk, lost in time for a while.

Here, the days stretch long under an endless sun,
Each dawn brings new battles, each night—more to shun.
The crack of the rifle, the echo of fear,
Sometimes, I wonder if you feel me near.

I write of my hopes, of the dreams that we shared,
Of the moments we cherished, the love that we dared.
Yet shadows loom heavy, and doubt creeps inside,
As I watch my comrades, their courage and pride.

What I'd give for a Sunday, just you and me,
To sip on sweet tea beneath our old tree.
To hear you tell stories, to laugh 'til we cry,
To feel the embrace of the world passing by.

But here, I stand strong, though my heart feels the weight,
Each letter a promise, I'll hold on to fate.
I'm fighting for freedom, for the lives that I've known,
For the love that surrounds me, the place I call home.

So please don't you worry, I'll carry you near,
In each step that I take, in each whispered prayer.
I'll return with a heart full of stories to tell,
Of courage and friendship, of triumph as well.

Until then, dear Mom, hold this letter tight,
Know that your love is my guiding light.
With each word I write, I'm one step closer to you,
With the strength of my heart, I'll always push through.

Yours forever,
Your Soldier.