I Am Just Writing To Tell You Poem by Brennah Bailey

Before you left I never got the chance
The train was coming and things were complicated
The words that I never said flew over the oceans with you
They kept you safe when the bombs boomed and the gunshots grew
You wrote many letters to me and I bound them up with twine
I only wrote you one letter
I gave it to you when you came home in a wooden box covered with stripes and stars
A soldier gave your mother the purple heart you’d earned
And everyone shoveled dirt on the pine lid
I laid a letter on the surface
So you would know that I was just writing to tell you I love you