Soldier Father Poems | Examples
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Times when I've run out of rope,
out of second chances, out of hope,
and I don't know what to do -
I'm all alone and lost.
I've been too harshly tossed.
I'm drowning in a river, uncrossed.
From Heaven, I hear you.
Times in my life, I've been laid low,
and hope is buried beneath snow -
I can't see my way through.
Cold doom awaits, anon.
How do I soldier on?
Memories of father gone -
I hear a voice that's true.
Wreath laid on his tomb
My voice cracks as
tears stream down
Can I explain this to my son ~
My tongue has almost drowned
People ask me what it's like to be the parent
of a young man who serves in Gaza
I am proud of my son, who is doing what he believes in
because there comes a time when we sacrifice - remember that word?
for our country, for our people, for our dignity
I am moved to tears. Tears of joy. My son is my hero.
The brave son goes off to war
visions of victory in his eyes
His father mouths a tender goodbye
turns away ~ breaks down and cries
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Talked to my son, who was on the Gaza
border, just before his phone was locked
up and he went into combat.
Someday
When I grow up,
I want to be... like my father.
He serves in the military,
and helps other people
around the world.
He fights for the innocent.
He lives in the Light.
He is a good man.
When I grow up.
When I grow up,
I want to be... like my mom.
She is a nurse at a hospital.
She helps people that are sick,
get better.
She is a warrior.
She is a soldier,
in the army of God.
When I grow up.
When I grow up,
I want to be...
everything that I can be,
so that my mom,
and my dad,
will be proud.
I want them to know
that they did a good job,
and gave me hard lessons,
that I learned from,
and still made me feel
loved and cared for.
When I grow up.
I gaze into my sons' lives
and see myself
One's a fitness trainer
So was I at his stage
One's a finance man
Ditto for me at 24
One's a soldier
Now that's what I
secretly yearned to be
My youngest son
is the 'real me' ~
tho' he's no forever
wannabe
My son is a soldier in Israel
His picture in uniform on my wall
I see him standing proud and straight
Defender of a free democratic Jewish state
accused by Iran of spreading CV-19
among other despicable lies ~
The mullahs better not mess with my guy!
Her face bathed in tears of mirth; her soldier father back from deployment.
Date written: 03/22/2020
So proud of my son now, just bursting with pride
though there were times, I admit, I was worried inside
In pre-induction training to defend the Jewish State
surrounded by sworn enemies loaded with hate
With the guts to do what he truly believes in
my youngest son's photos display a wide grin
He knows the Israeli Army's no walk in the park
Losing even one war means the state goes dark
Yet the esprit de corps in his army's unmatched
May God see him through his service unscratched
We answered the call to duty
And sacrificed our lives,
By pledging our allegiance to
Protect America's freedoms,
In the wake of war cries in the sky.
It started at the induction station,
When we raised our right hand
Promising to fight for God and Country,
And maintain freedom in our land.
And like our fathers and forefathers
Who served in previous wars,
We went through vigorous training
To become a combatant, a soldier,
Who protected our nations shores.
We came from many walks of life,
Leaving family and friends behind,
Going to a far off country
Not knowing what dangers We'd find.
We went to a place called Vietnam,
Where we marched across the land,
Going from the city to the jungle,
Helping the people fight a war
We didn't understand.
I wish it son, boy of mine,
I hear their cries.
I wish it boy, son of mine,
I can't tell myself lies.
Sometimes in the dark of
night these memories are
so alive.
I wish it my beautiful boy,
my son, my pride.
I wish it but then I look at
a picture of you and then I cry.
I wish it, I wish I could kill
my mind.
I wish I'd died on the field
with those pals of mine.
I wish I'd gone by bullet or
bomb so that I could no
more hear their cries.
My grandfather's name
Was given to me at birth
To honor the man
That my father never knew
Having died in World War Two
Oh Father I give to you my wife who gave her son,
he is one of two, the other life never really begun.
She held him as baby and made his lunch as a boy,
through strife and struggle he still is her pride and joy.
She loves him more than she ever said,
but each and everyday she tucked him into bed.
Watch over him father as he left to serve with much pride,
but please be with my wife who is struggling deep inside.
She taught him well and this will serve as a strong foundation,
but he needs you to perform the duties requested by this nation.
Give him the strength he needs for the tasks set before him,
for my wife awaits to hold him and see him laugh again.
This I humble pray as her husband...
Edward J Ebbs - Winter 2007
Holding back his tears
In front of him, a soldier kneels
As the mourners look on saddened
Inside the little boy feels
To grow up without his father
As he grows up without his friend
To play ball with him in the park
When he needs him, so much to depend
To be there through out his school life
To make him oh so proud
But not to be there when he graduates
Clapping and shouting out loud
To be there when he gets married
Be a grandfather to his kids
At his fathers funeral he attends
His life in battle rid
In front the soldier kneels
Holding the Stars and Stripes
Presenting it to the little boy
Holding back his tears, from his eyes
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