A Child’s Poem

By: Grey Eagle | 27 May 06

Her hair was up in a ponytail
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
And she couldn’t wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn’t there today.

But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called,
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
For a man who wasn’t there.

“Where’s her daddy at?”
She heard a boy call out.
“She probably doesn’t have one,”
Another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
“Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.”

The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.

“My Daddy couldn’t be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wish’s he could be,
Since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I’m not standing here alone.

Cause my daddy’s always with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He’ll forever be in my heart”

With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.

“I love my daddy very much,
He’s my shining star.
And if he could, he’d be here,
But heaven’s just too far.

You see he was a Soldier
And died just this past month
When Iraqis hit his convoy
And hurt us all so much.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
It’s like he never went away.
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.

And to her mother’s amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.

“I know you’re with me Daddy,”
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far
Submitted As A True Story
Author Unknown

 


I Got Your Back

By: Grey Eagle | 27 May 06

I am a small and precious child,
my dad’s been sent to fight.
The only place I’ll see his face,
is in my dreams at night.
He will be gone too many days
for my young mind to keep track.
I may be sad, but I am proud.
My daddy’s got your back.

I am a caring mother.
My son has gone to war.
My mind is filled with worries
that I have never known before.
Everyday I try to keep
my thoughts from turning black.
I may be scared, but I am proud.
My son has got your back.

I am a strong and loving wife,
with a husband soon to go.
There are times I’m terrified
in a way most never know.
I bite my lip, and force a smile
as I watch my husband pack.
My heart may break,
but I am proud.
My husband has got your back.

I am a soldier, serving
proudly, standing tall.
I fight for freedom, yours and mine
by answering this call.
I do my job while knowing,
the thanks it sometimes lacks.
Say a prayer that I’ll come home
and remember who’s got your back.

by Autumn Parker


A Soldier’s Wife’s Prayer

By: Grey Eagle | 27 May 06

Dear Lord,

Give me the greatness of heart to see
The difference between his duty and his love for me.
Give me understanding so that I may know
That when duty calls him, he must go.
Give me a task to do each day
To fill the time when he is away.
And Lord, when he is in a foreign land,
Keep him safe and in your loving hand.


Prayer of a Soldier’s Wife

By: Grey Eagle | 27 May 06

Lord I pray to you above, guard my husband with your love.
Keep him safe from those who fight to take away his precious life.
Give him hope when the days won’t end, to know he’ll be coming home again.
And when he loses those held dear, help him Lord to shed a tear.
Don’t let him keep it all inside, let him mourn the friends who’ve died.
Give him strength to carry on, while honoring those who’ve gone beyond.
Please I beg, don’t take his life.
Just one year I’ve been his wife.
But Lord if you call him back to you….
please remember I’ll need you too.

Ms. Understood


The Soldier

By: Grey Eagle | 27 May 06

The soldier stood and faced his God

Which must always come to pass

He hoped his shoes were shining

Just as brightly as his brass.

“Step forward now, you soldier,

How shall I deal with you?

Have you always turned the other cheek?

To My Church have you been true?”

The soldier squared his shoulders and

said, “No, Lord, I guess I ain’t

Because those of us who carry guns

Can’t always be a saint.

I’ve had to work most Sundays

And at times my talk was tough,

And sometimes I’ve been violent,

Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny

That wasn’t mine to keep…

Though I worked a lot of overtime

When the bills got just too steep,

And I never passed a cry for help,

Though at times I shook with fear,

And sometimes, God forgive me,

I’ve wept unmanly tears.

I know I don’t deserve a place

Among the people here,

They never wanted me around

Except to calm their fears.

If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,

It needn’t be so grand,

I never expected or had too much,

But if you don’t, I’ll understand.”

There was a silence all around the throne

Where the saints had often trod

As the soldier waited quietly,

For the judgment of his God,

“Step forward now, you soldier,

You’ve borne your burdens well,

Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,

You’ve done your time in Hell.”
Author Unknown


The Silent Ranks

By: Grey Eagle | 27 May 06

I wear no uniforms, no blues or whites,
But I am in the Army cause I am his wife.
I’m in the ranks that are rarely seen,
I have no rank upon my shoulders.
Salutes I do not give.
But the military world is the place where I live.
I’m not in the chain of command, Orders I do not get.
But my husband is the one who does, this I can not forget.
I’m not the one who fires the weapon, who puts my life on the line.
But my job is just as tough. I’m the one who’s left behind.
My husband is a patriot, a brave and prideful man.
And the call to serve his country not all can understand.
Behind the lines I see the things needed to keep this country free.
My husband makes the sacrifice, but so do our kids and me.
I love the man I married. Soldiering is his life.
But I stand among the silent ranks known as the Army Wife.


Hero’s

By: Grey Eagle | 27 May 06

the lone piper stands, he stands by the sea,
playing his song, the sorrows of melody,
as the notes ring out, the air gives a chill,
as the lone piper plays, away on the hill,
tears are shed,  we put them to rest,
the heroes that died, the ones who did their best,
the flag is folded, its passed right along,
while the piper still stands, playing his song,
but the heroes will be remembered, both by you and me
for giving their lives, so others could be free.

Sgt. David Hill / 2005
(I am a soldier that served in Iraq from Jan 04-March 05 and I wrote this for my fallen comrades when I came home. )


The Mother Of A Soldier

By: Grey Eagle | 27 May 06

The mother of a soldier
– hats off to her, I say!
The mother of a soldier
who has gone to face the fray;
She gave him to her country
with a blessing on his head –
She found his name this morning
in the long list of the dead:
“Killed — Sergeant Thomas Watkins,
while leading on the rest,
A Bible in his pocket
and a portrait on his breast!”

The mother of a soldier
– she gave him to her land;
She saw him on the transport
as he waved his sun-browned hand;
She kissed him through the teardrops
and she told him to be brave;
Her prayers went night and morning
with her boy upon the wave.

The mother of a soldier –
her comfort and her joy,
She gave her dearest treasure
when she gave her only boy;
She saw the banners waving,
she heard the people cheer;
She clasped her hands and bravely
looked away to hide a tear.

The mother of a soldier –
ah! cheer the hero deed,
And cheer the brave who battle
‘neath the banner of their creed;
But don’t forget the mothers,
through all the lonely years
That fight the bravest battles
on the sunless field of tears.
Nay, don’t forget the mothers –
the mothers of our men,
Who see them go and never know
that they’ll come back again;
That give them to their country,
to battle and to die,
Because the bugles call them
and the starry banners fly.

 The mother of a soldier –
hats off to her, I say!
Whose head is bowed in sorrow
with its tender locks of gray.
She gave without regretting,
though her old heart sorely bled
When she found his name this morning
in the long list of the dead:
“Killed — Sergeant Thomas Watkins,
while leading on the rest,
His dear old mother’s portrait
clasped upon his hero breast!”
 

~by Folger McKinsey~


It Has Always Been The Soldier

By: Grey Eagle | 27 May 06

It is the soldier,
not the President who gives us democracy.
It is the soldier,
not the Congress who takes care of us.
It is the soldier,
not the Reporter who has given us Freedom of Press.
It is the soldier,
not the Poet who has given us Freedom of Speech.
It is the soldier,
not the campus Organizer who has given us the
Freedom to Demonstrate.
It is the soldier,
who salutes the flag;
who serves beneath the flag,
and whose coffin is draped by the flag,
that allows the protester to burn the flag
Father Dennis O’Brien, US Marine Corp. Chaplain