He stands tall
He stands proud
In a foreign country
Among a foreign crowd
He leaves his family
He leaves his home
To fight for our rights
A new land he'll roam
He agrees to sacrifice
For his Country and God
All that he knows
With barely a nod
He withstands the heat
Death and despair
So we may carry on
With little a care
His days are long
His responsibilities many
But when asked what he needs
He says "I don't need any"
To hear his voice
To see his face
Any time
Any place
These are times
I treasure most
Before he has
To return to his post
The quick hello
That all-knowing smile
This man before me
Going the extra mile
Counting the days
Until his return
Each and every hour
I wish to burn
My Love for him
From the very start
Filled every depth
Of my heart
He's one of the best
And second to none
He is a Marine
HE IS MY SON
Poem By Mother Of A Marine
Best poem I've read since I've been on the group. You are very close to my style and War is something I've been close enough to write about. Really moving poem you have written here and clear...
My Son
Published by Family Friend Poems December 2008 with permission of the Author.
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