A good friend told me…if you can’t stand up to fight for your country, then you shouldn’t be here. I thought that was mean at first. Then I realized, my Vietnam War Veteran “unofficially adopted Dad” was right on…So I wrote this poem, two weeks after 9/11.
A Child’s Cry
A child’s cry amongst the evil;
her daddy went away,
They say…He went to heaven;
and that… he couldn’t stay.
A wife cries into her pillow;
her husband went to war.
Some say he is a hero,
some say Patriots lore.
It takes courage, in human touch;
fearing what will happen next.
Hope in the strength of good,
it’s now we take the test.
Can we give our sons for freedom?
Give our husbands in war?
Our Nations flag flies low,
and we cannot ignore.
We’re called to action, called to war;
making heroes of friends.
Echoed in a child’s cry…
This great country we defend.
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