Author: 2005 Bradley A Peraino

As I lay down to sleep, this eve of Christmas morn, '

I slide between the cotton sheets so comfortable and warm.

A tinge of guilt comes over me followed by a saddened tear.

I say another lonely prayer that only God can hear.

I turn the bedside light off and quickly settle in,

but it will be a few more hours before my night comes to an end.

I lie here all but motionless, eyes wider than the sky.

I try to think of happy thoughts, but I still break down and cry.

I punch my flattened pillow and lie flat on my back.

I'm thinking of my soldier who's bravely serving in Iraq.

I finally stop my crying and a calm sets in my heart.

For, I know this year will quickly pass, then we'll no longer be apart.

My eyes are feeling heavy now, so I send God one last prayer.

"God, please protect my soldier while fighting over there!"