My wife and daughter left this morning to visit our other daughter in South Dakota. She had just returned from her second tour in Iraq. As my younger daughter was saying good-bye, she slipped me a little piece of scrap, folded paper. On the front, she had written:

Read this whenever you miss me.
10/23/08

Unfolded, on the inside, she had composed this beautiful poem: » read more »

Slow of mind,
Thin of skin,
Unaware and inane.
Pretending to be
In the know--
Decidedly insane.
I am so very
Tired of you,
Ye of minuscule brain.