Sentinel Poem by Irene C S ClarkHogg

I stand guard, the long night watches
In the silence: I feel, I see.
Slow passing time – I’m waiting,
No bugle sounds for me.

At last the sun is rising
At my post: the cold, then searing heat.
I travel the route - ever onward,
Turning wheels and tramping feet.

I taste the sand between my teeth,
I share emotions: the fear, the pain.
Months passing by - I'm weary
Will there never be peace again?

I stand guard, the long night watches
Without weapons; no knife, no gun,
Only my love - I'm praying,
Please God, give me back my son.