Last Roll Call In Memory of Sgt Greg Moore
In Memory of Sgt. Greg Moore: "Last Roll Call"
By Laura Bonneville Delacroix
I wanted you to help me climb the tree
I wanted you to be proud when you looked at me
I don't know what happened
Or where you did go
Please oh Please Momma say it ain't so
What do you mean I don't know what you are saying…
It was just today he held me while playing
The pain in your eyes I am not too young to see
What do you mean when you look at me?
My daddy will be here before I go to sleep
I know he will, you see our love is so deep
But what are you saying
I do not understand
You keep say to me Daddy's in the Promised Land
I don't understand but I know it is wrong
All I hear is daddy singing our song
These people are crying and saying such things
I am sorry, my condolences, what can I bring
Why are they all here, what does this all mean?
When I get older Moms says I will understand
She holds me and hugs me even when she can barely stand
Why are you all here?
My Dad truly must be near
I look to the sky and I see the Great Man
I am not too young to know who he is
He looks down on me and with a strong gentle hand
He says Son I need to borrow your dad as I need a great man
One with honor and pride, courageous and tall
I know one day you will understand it all
Your Dad is a Hero that is for sure
Now nestle in your Moms arms and keep her near
I sent your Dad down to be a good example
He has done a great job it was just his time
He will be honored by me and cherished by all
This is the End of the Watch and his Last Roll Call
Copyright © Laura Bonneville-Delacroix | Year Posted 2015
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