Dear
Mom and Dad,
As I write you today The weather is so hot and the air very
stale It is hard to remember the green grass of home When I must now live
in this land of hell
It is hard to look at the little children And
realize they know not who is their mother She died amidst the mortar fire,
Along side
of their brother
Yes, this war is bad here, Mother And
I miss your loving care Please tell Grandma that I love her And I send a
Mother's Day prayer
Dad,
I have no gift for you this year My gift is in
protecting our great land And doing the very best I can To help these folk
here to understand As
you did when you
were off in a
distant land
I wish they had the kind of things That I enjoyed
back home The slow paced early breakfast Of biscuits and gravy on Saturday
morn
The freedom to go to school and church To read any book they
choose This is just a few of the things I miss But they have none of
those
Their thoughts of God and country Are misguided and in
disarray Their teaching of God's love Is not
my loving God's
way
But
Dad and Mom, I want you to know The things you taught me I
remember well And I still can
see your loving smile I know you
both pray
for
me . . . and that helps
I cling to the love of God And sing songs
these folk's don't understand It was these things that have molded me And
makes me proud you are the
folks of this Soldier in this foreign
land.
P.S.
Please tell Sally
Ann that I
love her And
that I am still
her true man and
will write when
I can. Also
tell Pastor Tom to
let the
congregation know
That we appreciate
all the prayin'
for us in this Distant
land and to sing
Rock Of Ages for
us if they can.
Jene' Lind ©
May 8, 2004
A special thanks to Jene, our Sister-In-Christ for this heart
felt poem. You may email Jene
to thank her. God Bless you.
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