I've been in the desert for so long now, <br />I've missed my home and my only friend. <br />And now I sit here, asking myself how, <br />My heart can break, as my days here end. <br /> <br />I've fallen in love for the last time in my life, <br />With the desert and mountains I see every day. <br />To this desolate land where I followed my wife, <br />Now a little voice close to my heart, asks me to stay. <br /> <br />How can my soul be so torn in two? <br />Why oh Lord do I have to choose? <br />My grand son's eyes plead with me true, <br />And inside my heart I feel the bruise. <br /> <br />Oh that my soul could be taken apart, <br />Leaving pieces for the places and people I love. <br />For the sights and the little ones in my heart, <br />I plead to the Lord, for help from above. <br /> <br />Fourteen years ago my son left my home, <br />To become a marine, because he wanted to serve. <br />And now I must leave him and his little clones, <br />But I lack his strength, and his unerring nerve. <br /> <br />My only solace, is that someday, <br />I can come back to this country so fair. <br />Somehow, somewhere, there must be a way, <br />To be with the ones, for whom I care. <br /> <br />This broken heart, will have to mend, <br />This soul so ravaged, must soar again, <br />I must be strong, this is'nt the end, <br />I must smile, act happy, pretend there is no pain. <br /> <br />5/24/10 29 palms ca.<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-broken-heart-55/
