He knelt down on the ground
and he kissed that first.
Then his wife and his children
as his heart almost burst.
It had been so damned long
since he'd seen their sweet faces,
many sad and lost days without
their fond, warm embraces.
For he was a grunt and
he'd been fighting a war,
though such a long time ago
he'd forgotten what for.
As he slogged through the mud
and watched comrades die,
this Marine did his duty
and no longer asked why.
But God had seen fit to
finally send him on home,
back to his loving family
and no longer he'd roam.
He had fought for his country,
bravely done what he could,
but hugging them felt much better,
oorah, it was so good.
So he kissed them and squeezed them
and by God it was grand,
no longer gone from them
in some faraway, foreign land.
Yet he still remembered
all of those who had died.
His eyes misted over
as he silently cried.
And his family held him close
for they shared in his pain
while the angels cried too
and it fell down as rain!
Michael "So Very Happy For Them!" Gallatin