Poetry

Coming Home

Andrew Eisenbrown

We go to the airport
looking for him
The day he got back
from that God Awful Place

I see people
most of them soldiers
talking and crying
but none of them him

Finally I stop
I see green and brown
I see him smile
He puts out his arms

Then I knew
This was my dad
This was my dad
Back from Iraq

Coming Home Andrew Eisenbrown
Andrew Eisenbrown, 12
Omaha, Nebraska

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