A Parents Prayer

I was sitting with the family Staring at your empty chair The table was giving their thanks All wishing you were there Your uncle had a smile As the gravy boat was passed around I sat writing a little poem Without making a sound When it came to be my turn I stood behind your place Holding up your military picture So all could see your face I started by lifting my glass And praised you, “its how I feel” Hoping that you also Had a fresh, hot cooked meal… My dearest child I am so proud of you For fighting for our country What you were trained to do Against it all you’re standing Up to this not so small task You do it for their families Because of what our President asked It’s not the money that drives you You’re not playing a game You’re rebuilding someone’s future Delivering them from a life of pain Know I’m thinking about you As the holidays come and go I’m so proud of what you’re doing I just wanted you to know I sipped my glass and set it down Looking around the room Not a dry eye could be found Sons and daughters come home soon My God be with you