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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.
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
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.
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 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
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.
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
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
I say SEMPER-FI
you say jarhead i say Marine
You SAY Die i say Fight
you say baby killer i say freedom fighter
you say death i say for freedom
you say no to war i say support the troops
you say dont go i say OOH-RAH AND SEMPER-FI
you say you love me i say i love you
you say for what i say for you
you say dumb ass i say DEVIL DOG
You say me i say us
You say no more i say i am going to war
you say i am proud of you i say i will make you proud
you say your corps i say my corps
that is my corps i will live and die for
Marines live for there GOD CORPS AND COUNTRY
OOH-RAH
and SEMPER-FI to all Marines Past present and Future
I wrote a poem about my boyfriend Kris. He graduated from boot camp last November and from SOI training in February. We've been dating for a little more than 2 1/2 years and we're still going strong. I'm so incredibly proud of him and I really appreciate everything he's doing for me and everyone else who loves him. I realize the men and women serving our country don't always recieve the amount of thanks they deserve but I try and make sure Kris knows how much it means to me. K, here's my poem… 🙂