Childhood Hero
A room filled with tragic sorrow,
Deep sadness beyond compare-
All eyes filled with tears,
As the Preacher began a prayer
Each head bowed in silence,
family and friends alike-
Amen, would leave them aching,
As the speaker adjusted the mic
A man quite young and handsome,
stood before a weeping crowd-
To share his best friend’s eulogy,
he spoke clear and loud
A practiced speech he started,
but soon his words would stray-
for he wanted all to know,
the true honor he felt this day
He smiled as he shared a mem’ry,
fought back tears with many more,
Baseball games, and their first cars-
Best buds since the age of four
And so he ended his speech in fondness,
telling stories of long ago-
Not only was his friend a soldier,
he was always his childhood hero
© Lisa Hilbers
March 25, 2007
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loved the emotion here
sad but could feel the sense of honor
and pride
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Brought back memories of a childhood friend I lost in Viet Nam. It was so hard saying good-bye. Excellent write my friend.
Be safe,
Karen
Love, PAMELA
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
You express well the tribute of one Soldier, Friend,.....Heroe...
Nicely penned.....Art Sun...
Love Tinka
Good to see you;-)
Love,
Eileen
Fee
A deep poemization beautifully poetized.
Blessed are those that can sing the magic of frienship.
Enjoyed the reading of "Childhood Hero".
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Love and {{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}},
Leland
Take care,
Sherry
An all too common theme you write of. You've translated that intimacy of friends to well. I felt as though I were there and tried as though I were. A beautifully sorrowful piece.
love,
Kathy
Welcome home. You've been missed--
Thank God not all have forgotten the sacrifice being made for our freedom by brave men and women in uniform. You do them honor in powerfully moving verse: and for that, I thank you.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.