The Father
He stands on his porch,
a flag on each side,
he stares at each one,
they're a great source of pride.
His hand reaches out,
touching the "Red, White, and Blue."
at this stage in his life,
that's all he can do.
His Dad fought in World War Two,
his older brother in Vietnam,
he did his own tour of duty,
when the world was fairly calm.
He never saw any action,
no enemy did he ever face,
but if trouble had come,
proudly he'd have taken his place.
His hand touches the Marine Flag,
his only son is now in Iraq,
crawling across the desert,
his division under attack.
His heart swells with pride,
then it shrivels with fear,
as he thinks of the call,
he prays he will never hear.
He loves this great country,
he loves his son too,
some sons won't come home,
a fact he knows as true.
So, he stood between the Flags,
and to his God he prayed,
asking for his son's life,
and fulfillment of plans they'd made.
Pamela Gayle Smith
© 3/29/2003
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