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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Mother's Love
[time] => 2012-06-13 21:06:23
[hometext] => I wrote this poem back in 2004 when my youngest son, Bobby, joined the Marines and went to Iraq when he was only 19
[bodytext] => She goes upstairs to his room And sits gently on his bed She touches his pillow Where he has laid his head. She looks about the room And pictures him there She sees his brush and comb That he has used on his hair. She sits at his computer And leans back in his chair Faintly she can still smell His cologne lingering in the air. She moves about his room Touching little things here and there She puts everything back in place With such gentle care. Everything is so quiet Not a sound does she hear She tenderly wipes away One of many tears. She comes to his room When she needs to cry No one else could understand this No matter how hard they try. This is her way To still stay close On those hard days When she misses him the most. She misses his loud music And him running in and out Be right back and I Love You Mom He would turn around and shout. He got called to serve his country So off to Iraq he had to go She can't wait till he returns She misses him so. She tries very hard not to think Of the things he may have to do She has to remember He's there fighting for me and you. She knows in her heart That he won't come back the same boy But no matter what He will always be - Her Pride and Joy. A grown man Will return in his place With several hard years Etched upon his face His boyhood innocence He will never get back It was replaced with strength and courage And those he will never lack. How brave he is To go so far away To fight for his country And the American Way. We will probably never know What all he has been thru While he was in Iraq Protecting the Red, White and Blue. She closes her eyes and bows her head And silently begins to pray She thanks God daily For watching over him each and everyday. She goes back downstairs Because her life must go on She and his Dad will have to patiently wait Until their Marine safely returns back home. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 28 [informant] => Action567 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Patriotic )
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