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

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