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A Gift of Stripes |
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Everyone loves the holidays,
My soldier is here with me.
A gift of Time. Every hour joyfully spent.
Oh God, One more embrace; hear my plea.
Everyone loves the holidays,
My soldier cannot be here with me.
A gift of words. Every syllable thoughtfully composed.
Oh God, Bring my soldier back home safely.
Everyone cries on Memorial Day,
My soldier is forever lost to me.
A gift of stripes. All my fears are realized.
Oh God, See my soldier home with thee.
Each stripe a memory,
Every memory dyed crimson. |
By
Nathan Brown
Copyright 2009
Listed October 8, 2009 |
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