To my brave Sister who faced death and to my 2 Nieces
To my brave Sister who faced death and to my 2 Nieces;
Once more permit me Sis- for this will not be my last I can’t resist commenting on- whatever may have passed.
But must relate on that- Which I am about to unfold The story of a Marine soldier I know, Fifty Two years old.
However high we aim in life,- Too often we fail to hit.
We find the fairy tales told to us as youths-Were often full of shit.
In your success, in what you have gained,- Is more than I care to admit.
My sins as your brother and that of your mother- I pray you will acquit.
However, in my latter days- I’ll now devote with care.
To tell the story of a Marine soldier I know- Trained to avoid the latent snare.
Had God decreed her birth - On the morning she was born
With blond hair, blue eyes and beauteous features- Only an angel could adorn.
Later in life, She became a wife- When his eyes beheld her charms.
His growing sweet passions desire- sparked off like wildfire in a three bell alarm.
Two angels of her own did through their love they had produce.
Determined to protect them from any and all the world's abuse.
As the years advanced, to her little girls she had taught
What suited best their age, to that she had then brought.
While my sister Marine and daughters were still in their youth
Went about all their daily duties and focused on religious truth
In holy motives she led them, now ten years have passed away
The Lord is our Father, He is the potter -and we are but the clay.
She told them of the Father's Paradise and Heaven above
About a perfect God-Man named Jesus and His sacrificial love.
She told them the Peace of Christ makes fresh her heart
A fountain ever springing, -singing a new creation, a new start.
Stay strong my sister, I love you!
Copyright © Dan Cassidy | Year Posted 2013