Eve Roper Poet Haibun

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One son was in the Persian Gulf War station in Bahrain in Desert Storm 

While the oldest son was stationed in Washington making bombs to support the bombing campaign in Kuwaiti.

A Mother's Prayer

A Mother's Prayer

I kneel in front of the alter praying the rosary to keep my sons protected while they’re serving their country to keep us safe.

As the Persian Gulf War drew to a close, Saddam Hussein ordered six hundred wells to be blown up and set on fire that burned for seven months so no one would benefit from its riches. In the meantime while the Navy ships were in close fighting providing navel gun support, the men were inhaling the smoke of the Kuwaiti oil fields fires. Livestock and other animals perished from the oily, mist. 


down on  bended knee
for strength and serenity
suffering heart prays

© By 11/12/2014

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Pandita Sietesantos November 13, 2014 at 4:28 PM Eve, I pray along with you my friend and can empathize as my older son is a soldier in the Army serving our country in Egypt! May God bless and protect them all! Excellent write! With love and hugs, Pandita Eve Roper November 13, 2014 at 5:33 PM Pandita, he will also be in my prayers to keep him safe, my oldest grandson is also in the Army station in Italy :) blessing to you my friend eve

Tim Smith November 13, 2014 at 1:01 PM That had to be so hard on you...a beauty of a prayer...hugs Tim Eve Roper November 13, 2014 at 2:15 PM Thank you, Tim, at the time it was. I don't care how old your children get they are still you little ones as you know with your little ones. :) eve

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty November 13, 2014 at 9:29 AM sad Eve, but we know what war is . Love and hugs XXXXX rajat Eve Roper November 13, 2014 at 9:55 AM Blessing to you

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty November 13, 2014 at 1:45 AM A great poem indeed. Our sons are facing death so that we can sleep in safety.They are brave children-the pride of the country. Love Eve xxxx rajat Eve Roper November 13, 2014 at 8:43 AM Thank you so much, Rajat, yes indeed they are our warriors. The first thing the government did was send a letter to the loved ones not to ask questions, so I didn’t. When my son came back, he asked why I didn't ask him about what went on in war.I told him about the letter, it really hurt his feelings because I didn't ask. Comments are always welcome :) hugs, love and appreciations eve

David Meade November 12, 2014 at 9:46 PM Prayers of the mothers are sweet incense -- thank-you for your prayer and for all parents and spouses who wait on loved ones in harms way serving our country. Eve Roper November 12, 2014 at 10:36 PM David, thank you, for the suggestion to write this poem. I took your advice and wrote a short experience, not counting all the hours I spent watching CNN to catch a glimpse of my son overseas at that time, and my youngest son only 4 dressing in fatigues and dad's Navy dress hat and playing a soldier, he missed his brothers so.:) hugs and blessings eve

Kayod5 Kayode November 12, 2014 at 7:20 PM May the Lord of hosts be with your children and may he give them victory Eve.Huggs Eve Roper November 12, 2014 at 7:41 PM Thank you, Kayode, blessing for you :) eve