I Sent Him To War

I rue the day I did it!

I tied his tie and his belt!

I tucked in his shirt!

I adjusted his cap!

I gave him his gun!

No ordinary weapon!

A SCAR-H! A special forces machine.

My baby brother!

He called me mother!

I am his hope for return!

His letters are wet with tears!

As he misses me from the frontlines!

I cry! I hurt! My brother! My son!

What have I done?

I sent him to fight in war!

Is this my punishment?

To see his empty chair?

To see his untouched cupboard?

To see his empty plate?

To feel the emptiness on his side of the bed?

I received the letter...

He's injured and crying

Only one name on his lips - mine!

I'm leaving! I'm going!

To be by his side!

I sent my baby brother to war!