Homecoming
By: Braden Docherty
The lost father,
of a son unknown,
ho waits so patiently,
for his dad to come home.
He fought for others;
The fathers, their sons.
But his son was different
For a father he had none.
A ring of a bell,
A duty now done,
Hugs and tears,
A father he now had one
A hero he was
To his kid and his mother
Another day shared
By a son and his father.
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