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He was 5 years old when he brought dandelions to my door,

Held out his hand and said, there yours.

That little brown eyed boy, with matching hair,

That used to push me down in the park,

I slammed the front door closed,

My momma made me apologize,

So I chased him down the street,

Yelling, boys don’t cry!

We were 17 and dressed to go,

Prom was 35 minutes away.

Our parents were taking pictures,

We wanted to escape,

It was the night we made a vow,

He was the first to know me so much,

We were scared, but we were willing,

He said, girls don’t cry when their in love.

He was 19 when he went to war,

We were still on the honeymoon,

I was 6 months carrying our son, Jake

When they came and told me the news.

My momma and daddy were beside me,

As they folded the flag and laid it in my hands,

Tears melted into the cloth, of his

Are these tears that God understands?