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
Copyright © April Kersey-Strong | Year Posted 2005
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