Poetry

My son

My son

If you should die instead of me...a mothers cry.... I know you have to
go.
Leave us to go to a life of danger.
I wish I could go with you.
Hold your hand when you are frightened.
sooth you when you need soothing.
Dry those tears you couldn't hold back.
Rub your tired feet when they hurt from miles of walking, running, and
marching.
I have never really expressed how I feel about you or how proud i am of you.
There are no words that can describe my feelings.
Not my life, nor my spirit, nor what makes me who I am could describe half of
what I feel.
If I should die my soul , my spirit would be with you to guard you and protect
you.
I will shield you from harm, from danger, from your enemies.
When you run, I will run with you.
I will hold your hand.
I will help you run faster.
I will make run so fast your feet will be lifted from the ground.
When you lay in your enemy grounds holding your riffle protecting your
country, your people, your world, I will cover you with my soul like a blanket
I will protect you from your enemys bullets.
If i dont die while you are on enemy grounds.
Then i will trade my life for yours.
Let that bullet hit me instead of you.
If there is a God and this God is in search of a soul then let this God take
my soul.
There will be no life for me if you are gone.
The world will end cause my life is gone.
The sun will no longer shine for me.
The ocean the river will be dry for me.
A dessert the moon will have more life than me.
If you should die instead of me.

contributed by Haydee Velez [This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.
          

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