Poetry

My Soldier

My Soldier

He wears the greens and big black boots,
Always walking with a  purpose,
He carries his head held up high,
Going to war, going to fight,
"Mom, do not worry, I'll be alright", he says
"Honey, I'm going to miss you and the kids",
And  "don't forget to write."
He is twenty-six now, so young and so full of life,
In a strange land where horrors are untold,
Facing danger,
So brave and bold,
Sacrificing so much for me and you.
Serving his country, the red, the white and the blue.
God will see him through.
And at night before his pillow meets his head,
He pulls out a picture of  his child,
Kisses it softly and says "I will be home in a little
while."
Freedom was not preserved by peace alone,
This soldier knows,
The call of duty he will uphold.
He is one the Army's finest in every way,
For he is my husband and this poem to him I dedicate.


Written by
Melanie A. Fornal
March 2003