Battle Field
The Battlefield
My body was the battlefield that bore the scars of life,
stretch marks, bruises, aches and pains, even taken to the knife.
Battle scars will fade, but never go away, the pain it took to make
those scars, live with me every day.
The kids are growing fast and will be gone before I blink,
The laughs, the tears and family fights will be the best memories
I think.
When they are gone, thier praises I will continue to sing,
They are my life, my love, my happiness,
They are.......my everything.
A little poem I wrote to show that some battle scars are worth it.
Copyright © Christy Mercer | Year Posted 2011
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