| Karla you latest poem Remember Me inspired this one…
She was Daddies little girl All American tomboy Growing up it was GI Joes And War toys to her She dreamed of fighting for her Country Showing the world What her a mere girl could do. They laughed at first Until they saw the determination In her eyes And she joined That September day When the whole world changed And the American Way Was tested in every way. She was Daddies little girl Mommy’s little angel Her blood shed for this country The closest I can get To doing what Jesus did She said Now they salute her Her Memory her heroism. She was Daddy’s Little Girl Mamma’s little angel But most of all She was an American Soldier. Copyright Michelle R Kidwell May.29.2010 6:13 P.M PST |
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Category: Heros
It’s More Than A Memory
A Tribute to all Who Have Served
It’s more than a memory to them
This war they served.
She lost a leg
On the streets of Kabul
PTSD
Traps him in memories of Saigon.
And the Hell he experienced.
Loud noises are the worst
Taking him back to those days.
She fought her country with pride
Volunteered for service
Not forced in
Like so many tried to convince
And she would do it again
In a minute
Because she values her service.
He was drafted all those years ago
But never burned that card
Like so many did.
He was called to duty.
To fight a war on foreign land
And Lord willing to save lives
Although he had to take a few
That hurt more than the bullets flying by.
They fought for this country
With the pride of
Soldiers,
One with generations
Behind her
The other one
A first generation Soldier.
But they fought with a sense of
Pride and dignity.
(C) Michelle R Kidwell
11/11/2013
11:51 A.M PST
Freedom Not Without A Cost
Freedom did not come
Free it was bought with
Blood.
Of the Hero’s
Who fought so that
We may have the right
To stand up
And speak for what we believe.
Freedom came with a cost
The ultimate cost
Someone died for that right.
So every time you gather together
And speak up
Remember those freedoms
Were afforded
Because someone was willing to risk their lives.
Freedom did not come
Free
It was bought with blood
And tears
And sweat
For those who died
And those who lived
All who served.
So amidst the barbeques
And get together’ s
Take a moment to life a prayer
For all who suffered
All who died
That we may be free.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
5/26/2013
1:07 P.M PST
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