A Poem By Madalyn Clare // 9/7/2017

Here he is, with one tooth ever beaming-
I carried him home, I remember it well.
Bruises kissing, teary faces cleaning-
Son, Band-Aids have a story to tell.

Here he is, with strange friends laughing-
Set on the step, holding beat-up skateboard.
Midnight guitar riffs, late drums clashing-
Son, mow the lawn if you’re bored!

Here he is, his hat in mid-air sailing-
High school is now a thing of past.
Kiss Mom’s cheek, because she’s wailing-
Son, you’ve made it at last!

Here he is, with arm encircling-
A standstill of forever bliss.
A diamond on her hand, affirming-
Son, it doesn’t get better than this.

Here he is, with eyes adoring-
At the church steps they kiss.
She’s lost in him, imploring-
Son, forever you’re in this.

Here he is, with son screaming-
Only love as softly he calms.
A trooper, through midnight feeding-
Son, hold them when they fit in your arms.

Here he is, with smile shining-
She’s brought son to say goodbye.
Heroism calls for the frontline fighting-
Son, sing one more lullaby.

Here he is, joy-filled returning-
Hugs boy and baby girl.
She knows again he’s turning-
Son, fight for her, not the world.

Here he is, tears freely flowing-
For warriors are human too.
Fears, without him, the kids keep growing-
Son, they will never forget you.

Here he is, reduced to image grinning-
His laugh and smile all in a grave.
His soul is in the land of the free-
His heart is in the home of the brave.


This is really sweet. Love.

This is really sweet. Love.

Damaris Ann | Sat, 09/09/2017

God uses the milestones as stepping stones to bring us closer to Him. We may not see it in the moment, but we can always look back and see the memorials of His love in the crumbles of our stumbling blocks.


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