Soldier-Boy

SOLDIER-BOY The young soldier-boy, in his travel uniform, Held his mother tight, on a cold November morn; Tears, rolled freely, from her red, swollen eyes; His father looked on lovingly, with a heart-felt sigh; "You, come back to me; you hear me son!?" "I'll keep your room light on, till your tour is done!" With a kiss, a final hug and a wave of his hand, The soldier-boy flew off to defend his land; Four years passed after he was reported M.I.A. To yet, another, empty, holiday; Word came he would be honored, for heroic deeds; His family gathered together, to soothe their needs; A prayer, a salute, from the honor guard; The presentation of the medal, was oh, so hard; Then, as they turned to take their seat, Their solemn faces rejoiced, when eyes did meet; There, in the doorway, limping in slow, Was their son; joyful tears, now began to flow! Let's never forget what our sons and daughters do, When they serve to defend me and you; May GOD bless us now, each and everyone, As HE watches over our daughters and sons! E. Self 2015