Father, King,

I miss our home.
I miss feeling secure
In my husband’s love,
Staying indoors
In our warm little nest
With our little brood
Holding them for hours,
Preparing warm food
For our warm souls.
I loved our little family.

How will I ever grieve it away?

How will the loneliness
Ever die on its own?
Can it die alone?

I am still broken, Father.
Please remember Your maidservant.