A Soldier's Letter Home
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Hello Mom,
As things right now are quiet
the night air still 'n calm
thought I'd write a letter
to say hello, I'm fine
Ya know, its kinda funny
these mem'ries of my mind
tiptoeing through the conscience
pausing, time to time
Remem'bring as a young boy
how much I loved the sand
but, never once imagining
I'd fight on desert lands
My friends 'n I would giggle
while playing, having fun
had not a care, 'nor worry
when each day was done
Can you recall the teardrops
when falls would bruise my knee?
'n how you made things better
with all your love for me?
Mom, my heart is hurting
I wonder will this end?
Prayers for peace 'n harmony
that differences will mend
Looking back, reflecting
on times that I could smile
trying hard to grasp them
now, vacant for awhile
Mom, I really miss you
the comfort of our home
comrades right beside me
yet, I feel alone
The bloodshed never ending
with sands a flowing red
numbers keep on rising
for all of those now dead
Instead of playing cowboys
as in the days of yore
this fight is real, uncertain
everyday, more gore
I hear the cries of children
their faces looking sad
thankful for my childhood
the happiness I had
The Christmas spirit absent
they'll be no loved ones near
stopping now, reflecting
on laughter, Christmas cheer
Imagination leapfrogs
to tree lights all aglow
stockings on the mantle
blankets of white snow
How is Dad? my sister?
gosh, I miss them too
long nights of conversation
movies on the tube
Can't wait to see the baby
my faithful, loving wife
soon we'll be together
building a new life
Yes, home is where my heart is
but, I've still a job to do
my love of God and country
I Pray will see me through
Well guess I should get going
as morning's drawing near
but needed to say, 'I love You'
'tween each salty tear
Funny how the yesteryears
'n morrows still unknown
make me think, remember
wishing I were home....
I love you, Mom
Merry Christmas!
Note:
As a Mom of a Veteran who served in Desert Storm I know the heartache and longing during the Holiday Season. My Son was called to duty just before Christmas landing overseas in January of 1991. He had to leave with no questions asked and without choice. I never rested until his safe return.
Imagine how our troops feel being so far away from home? Thier loved ones? Especially during this time of year.
Please Pray for them and their safe return.
Thank you!
© 11/29/06
Behind The Mask Challenge
Hosted by, jollynoblefrog..(Ruby)
Theme,
'Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home'
By Rose Marie Streeter
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