The Fallen Soldier.

The Fallen Soldier.

A Poem by Bullet Soul

We missed you last Christmas

We wrote your name, outside in the snow

We built you a snowman, and gave him your name

I hoped you could see it, wherever you’ve gone

 

Mom says that one day, we’ll see you again

But sometimes I’m afraid, her words are lies

It’s hard to remember, the day that you left

But what scares me most, is forgetting your smile

 

I missed you in the fall too, daddy

You weren’t there to rake up, the fallen leaves

Mom said you always helped, but now it’s my job

I always pretend, that you’re at my side

 

I think of you every day

Mom says she does too, but she always seems busy

But not me, I’m never too busy for you

And I want you to know, I never will be

 

You’re out there somewhere, daddy

And every night, I look at the stars

And think that somewhere out there

Maybe you are looking at them too

 

I hope you’ll forgive me, for mistakes I have made

For fighting with mom, and with my sister

For saying some things, I never meant

For lying or cheating, I’ve learned what is wrong

 

Yesterday I got home from school

Mommy was crying, and I didn’t know why

I tried to help her, but I couldn’t stop her tears

She needed you daddy, but you weren’t there

 

Today I went to your funeral

They did something special, just for you

They set our flag, on your casket

Before they buried you, deep in the ground

 

I think the men there cared about you, daddy

They said you fought with them, they said you were brave

I wish I could have been there, daddy

So I could have been strong, just like you

 

 Whenever someone asks me, “what happened to your dad?”

I always tell them, what I know is the truth

“My daddy’s a soldier!”

He died for you and me

 

Sometimes I miss you, daddy

But every day I remember to pray

And I follow the footsteps, you left for me

One day I know, I’ll be just like you

 

And now as winter, brings back my memories

I stand on the front porch, watching the snow

Light up the world, in a blanket of white

Remembering, that my dad… is a soldier

 

I say goodbye, to my beautiful wife

Goodbye to my children, goodbye to this life

I’ll  fight for the free… I’ll fight for the lost

I’ll fight like a true, American soldier

 

 

© 2009 Bullet Soul


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Added on October 28, 2009
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