In a super market's
Bright florescent lighting
I saw a man
By the service line
These thoughts
Are going through my mind
Looks like my son
But he's in Viet Nam
As I approached him
He greets me
"hi dad"
what are you doing here?
I replied, I am OK
As I turned into an aisle
I thought
He did not say that
He was thinking it
In his mind
But my son is in Viet Nam
Somewhere on the line.
I went home, had lunch
Laid on the sofa
With a hunch
Watched a little CNN
As they described
Desert storm
Wait! my son is there
I was in Viet Nam
I dozed off
To a gentle sleep
Opened my eyes
My son
Was in front of me
Looking out the window
snapping his fingers
Staring at the rain
He was ten again
Dressed in brown jeans
And stripe shirt
yes, looking like Burt and Ernie.
I reached to embrace him
Wanted to hug him
Ever so dear
As he faded, within my grasp
I woke with a tear,
He was gone
He's in desert storm
I was, in Viet Nam
A tear rolled down my face
I pray nothing go wrong
Begging the good Lord
To bring him back home
Till this day
A tear leaves my soul
Each time I recall
My son was on the front lines.
Was there, with you Bill, maybe not the same time, but...funny the tricks the mind will play, I am also in high hopes your son returns unharmed, just as his dad did...Peace is the ONLY way, Ed
William, this reachs the very core of my heart and soul...outstanding touching poetry! ~Z~
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on April 18, 2004
William...no other poem that you have written
has touched me as much as this one...I know what
it is like to lose a son...to worry about loss of
a son...this was so heartfelt...sorrowful..floria
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on April 18, 2004
My son, too, is precious to me...and I pray for his
return as well, either in person, or in the promised
Resurrection.
Peace to you, Bill.
Love of a Son - is a wonderful, heartfelt write, William; with an extremely powerful message. Well done!
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on April 18, 2004
My god, William.. you have utterly collapsed me with this perfectly and so heart-wrenchingly moving piece. Reading this hit me between the eyes: war MUST be thought of, for or against, as not hundreds of troops, but that each of them is an individual, representing a family back home, who longs for their return. I'm keeping this in my library, lest I ever forget what I've just said. What a quietly profound poem, indeed! Thank you. katy xox.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on April 18, 2004
William,
This one is so excellent and a great tribute to all that
are serving fantastic poem.....
Lady peg
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Beautiful Sir!!
Love Tinka
has touched me as much as this one...I know what
it is like to lose a son...to worry about loss of
a son...this was so heartfelt...sorrowful..floria
return as well, either in person, or in the promised
Resurrection.
Peace to you, Bill.
to all who must serve in war. I applaud you!(sweetie;-)
This one is so excellent and a great tribute to all that
are serving fantastic poem.....
Lady peg