Lisa I. Hilbers
YOUR DADDY, THE SOLDIER
Sweetheart, I knew you had another love,
the day we said I do,
That I would have to share our lives,
with a Country you loved so true.
So many times I lay and cried
When you would go away
On all those training weeks and months;
but it was then I learned to pray.
I’ll never forget that gleaming smile;
that filled your handsome face,
When I told you you’d soon be a Dad
You were overjoyed with grace.
Then the rumors of war grew thick,
and we had to face reality’s fears,
That when the time came for the birth,
You would not be here.
This morning as I dressed our son;
at your photo he began to stare,
So I held it up real close to him,
and said, “Hey, that is your Daddy there”.
As I sat and watched them fold the Flag;
tears rolled from my eyes,
For it was then I first realized,
You would never hear his cry.
This Flag I’ll hang above his crib,
and your photo on his wall;
and I’ll tell him the reason you were not here;
is because you loved him most of all.
©Copyright March 30, 2003 by Lisa I. Hilbers