To heal the past ( a poem)

What we would not give
to heal with each other
the wounds of a war
not so civil
and the pain of
losing me during
world war one
the pain of losing
each other
during world war two
the pain of
adam and eve
and the eternal hump
we missed out on
in 93.
What I would not
give to hold my wife
in these wounded soldier's
pained and yearning arms.
No more guns
no more overseas
caskets coming
home to you.
just me and you
and a dog named boo
with a hump eternal
healing a war
not so civil.

"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."