He always was a
soldier
From the cradle one could
say
He loved to listen to those
tunes
Of patriotism as he
played
His favorite playthings when he was
three
Was toy soldiers his grandpa
gave
Oh, I thought he was too young for
them
They were given for his
birthday
But he would line them
up
And shout orders like a
pro
"Stand tall...walk
straight..."
And on and on he'd
go
When he was older it was tanks not
cars
That held his
fascination
His army tanks would rumble
down
Worn paths in the yard...his
station
He talked about his grandpa and his
dad
Looked at their pictures in
uniform
He knew all about their serving
Keeping us safe here at home from
harm
As a high school lad he made good
grades
A lawyer I thought he could be
Or perhaps a teacher or
doctor
But he wanted to be none of
these
The week after
graduation
He traded his cap and
gown
For a uniform, a soldier's
life
With a smile and wave...left
town
Yes, always a soldier, my
son
Gone to serve his country, he was
brave
His patriotic music, his toys packed
away
He was a soldier from the cradle to the
grave
My soldier, my son, came home
again
No welcome hugs for my
son
They buried my son with honors
today
A Bugler played Taps when they buried my son
Jene' Lind © May 10, 2005
A special thanks to our Sister-In-Christ for this heart felt poem
God Bless my friend. Dedicated to our fallen heroes and their families ! ! !
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