Today was the day
I had waited for a year
I looked out the window
and the sky thank God was clear
My family was traveling to me
They would be here very soon
I was waiting impatiently
for the clock to strike high noon
They came to my room and got me
and all the others here as well
I ran down to the picnic area so quickly
that a few times I almost fell
My eyes scanned the picnic tables
looking for a loving face
There were maybe fifty tables
and each family had their place
As my eyes fell on table seven
I caught my mother's eye
Tears began streaming down her face
she'd promised she would not cry
I wrapped my arms around her
and she told me I am much too thin
I say the food is inedible here
She says that is such a sin
I hug my brother next
then my nephew and finally my son
I've already missed so much of his life
and my time here has just begun
I force myself not to sob
as not to upset my little boy
I hold him in my arms for as long as they allow
soaking in the joy.
My mother has filled a cooler
with all my favorite stuff
I tell her she didn't have to bring so much
she tells me it's not enough
I fill my plate with pulled pork and chicken
fruit salad and bacon strips
I guzzle homemade iced tea
unable to just take sips
We have a feast fit for a king
my momma, my brother, the kids and I
I ask about their lives
but our hour speeds right by
The men in uniform yell "Say your goodbyes"
and we all stand from the table
I hug and kiss my family
for as long as I am able
As I wave to them through the fence
others who live here wave to families as well
It was nice to have an hour of normalcy
even if it will be followed by hours of hell
Walking back to the building I realize;
that for this one hour
no one in the picnic grounds even noticed;
the razor wire
or the fences
or the guard towers
It was just a family picnic
As they close the doors behind me
I wipe away a tear
That one hour of normalcy
was the best hour since I've been here
YOU ARE READING
Across the Ocean and other poems
PuisiAn ongoing collection of poems on many different subjects and many different themes. A random collection you could say.