Prayer Of An American Soldier
Prayer Of An American SoldierDear Lord,
Please tell my son that I was sorry
that I was not there when he was born
Tell him that missed his first step and
the first time he said "dada"
Tell him that his first day of school was a
story his mommy told me in a letter from home
Let him know that I wish I could be there to play
catch with him on a hot summer day and I will not be the
one to cheer him when he pitches his first no-hitter.
I will not see the light in his eye when he brings home
his first of many true loves
and I will not be there when he finally chooses the one
I will not be there to hear his son scream
at the first moment of life.
and "papa" will not be there to hold him.
Dear Lord, please do not tell him that you last saw me
I was laying face down in Iraqi sand stained with my blood
Make sure to tell him that with my last breath I said for
you to tell him that I love him.
Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 06:10
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