Sitting underneath the big tree,
In our front yard,
Listening only to the wind,
It's a quiet day,
Frankly, I like it that way,

I remember this time last year,
You were here,
Playing catch with our little boy,
Laughing,
My two best men ever,

But, you got called away,
I cried,
Begged you not to go,
But, I knew you had to leave,
You had a promise to live up to,

You wrote me every chance you got,
I still have those letters,
The stories you told me,
Still send chills up my spine,
I prayed for you every night,

And, then no letters came for such a long time,
I got scared,
Our neighbor had just lost her son,
I worried I'd get the next visit,
I prayed even harder,

God heard me,
But, I didn't get the answer I wanted,
Three weeks after our neighbor,
I got the visit I so dreaded,
What am I going to do?

It's been a year,
And, not a day goes by when I don't miss you,
You were my best friend,
My lover, our son's father,
I hope you're at peace whereever you are now,

Sitting underneath the tree,
I shed tears,
Look up to the sky,
Feel your love,
I know you're with me,

But, I still miss you so,
I get up to go inside,
Our son wants to play,
I see him in you everyday,
That is what keeps me going,

I hope he turns out just like you,
Brave,
Strong,
Kind,
And true right to the very end.