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Thursday, February 17, 2011

my soldier

Today was an awesome day....I received a phone call from my boy telling me to get on skype...I got a whole hour to sit and look at my son and hear his was awesome..and just what I needed. I have not been sleeping at night and my ability to concentrate is gone...I keep telling Josh that this is all taking its toll on me. Kody has called three other time since he has been gone and I have missed two of those calls....and with no way for me to contact him...its been miserable for this was wonderful...and now I hope I can relax tonight and FINALLY get some sleep!! Anyway just wanted to share this with all of you..thank you to those that have emailed and text, and called to talk to me about this...your kind words mean so much!!!

By M.E.Drummey

Where has my little boy gone
Off to play with his toy soldiers
Making fox holes in the sand
With his little hands he builds
Dreams of battles to be won.

My Soldier my little Son
A grown man you have become
Playing soldiers but not for fun
Making fox holes in the sand
With your brothers-band of men.

Where is my Son now a man
In some god forsaken far off land
Now you play for real
Your play for keeps

May God above keep you safe
And bring you home my little boy.

I Give To You, My Son
I held him as an infant; I hugged him as a boy
and through the years he has become my greatest pride and joy.

I love him more than I can say, his life more precious than my own,
but gone are the whims and notions of the little boy that I had known.

For the years have passed so quickly since the time it all began
and now he stands before me with the conviction of a man.

He wants to serve his country, he states aloud with pride
as I try to sort out the emotions that I’m feeling deep inside…

a union of the uncertain fear, which I cannot control
and the allegiance which lies deep within my patriotic soul.

I trust that my years of guidance will serve as a strong foundation
as he performs the duties requested from his beloved nation.

God please guide him as he travels to the places our soldiers have bled
and walk with him through pathways where those heroes’ feet have tread.

Oh Sweet Land of Liberty, humbly I give to you, my son
praying you’ll return him safely home when his work for you is done.


1 comment:

~Tom~ said...

I am happy that you finally had this opportunity. I know just how much you needed it! Hugz kiddo!