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With strength and courage
He spends every single day
Fighting for our country
In many different ways
He stands guard with his rifle,
Not knowing what to expect
He has left behing his old life
Without any regrets
Daily prayers are said each night
To keep this loved one out of fright.
For he has gone so far from home
Always feeling as if he is alone
A story that I need to tell you,
Has been on my mind for so long,
It brings back some deep emotions,
Like the lyrics of some bygone song,
I sailed to Korea on the Brewster;
In the year of Nineteen fifty two,
We got there the thirty first of August;
Next day I would be twenty two
There upon the forgotten battlefields
Where the dense jungle now grows
And there are no markers to even show
The final resting place of my fallen bothers
Nor the ultimate sacrifice made by so many others.
Though its been some thirty odd years
My memories and never ending dreams
Continue to flood my heart with pain filled tears.
There upon my chest they rest, the Purple Heart
And medals they awarded me,
But I would gladely trade them all
If only God would allow me to erase
Just one name there uopn that black
Memeorial Wall.
It all started in such a hurry
When you arrived 6 weeks early
On 91186
You thought you’d enter just for kicks
You were always full of fire
That made a mother tire
The one a little crazy
To make my days so hazy
The one so independent
And always a defendant
You never set a schedule
Cause you’re such an individual
So I may really know an angel
A human, not one from our skies
How can I tell that he is real?
It’s possible. Here is why:
By day he works with his hands
He builds the places where we work and live
The dedication comes from his hard work
Of which he has much to give.
It seems like only yesterday when I watched him board the plane,
Off to a land with an evil ruler by the name of Saddam Hussein.
I asked God to keep him safe, to bring him back home to me,
As I stood there thinking of when he was young and I held him on my knee.
I wrote this poem for my son when he graduated boot camp.
I held a hand, that once was small,
To him I seemed ten feet tall
I made the world move and miracles take place
The look of wonder across his face
Throughout the years my height seemed to shrink
But none the less he did think
I still held grander and possessed all the skills
To make mountains move and leap any hill
The day you were born, my dear baby boy,
My world filled with delight, and my heart filled with joy.
That face full of innocence, your smile so bright,
I held your life in my arms, as I rocked you each night.
As I’d lay you to sleep, looking down with a tear,
I pondered your future, a mom’s pride and fear.
Those who knew me in my youth would say
He burned the candle at both ends, night and day
I would disagree, but that would be a waste
I just lived life, as though in haste
Certainly, there was an attempt to cram as much as I could
Into each day, sometimes more than I should
There is a question in my mind as to a premonition in my dreams
That this will come to an end, sooner than later, as it seems
I wrote this poem to my son the other day. He is in Golf Company 2/2 Mar Division currently on deployment. After sharing it with other moms it was suggested I send it to you and see if you agree other moms would like to read it and see how much it hits home.