A Soldier is gone to fight a great war.
It’s our freedom, you know, that he’s fighting for.
One day comes a knock on the front door;
Standing there are men you’ve never seen before.
“We regret to inform you….” you start to hear.
You hold your breath as you begin to tear.
You start to cry, your breaking heart knows.
This is the end, you know how it goes.
A Prayer is said there on your knees.
My Soldier, My son your duty is done.
You’ve fought and were brave; making us so proud.
Living with angels; on every white cloud.
Rest and know you have found peace.
Knowing that your memory is always with me,
Deep in my Heart, where it should be.
*Dedicated to all the Gold Star parents, whose children gave all.*
Drawing by Dan Angeles