Post by michaelgallatin on Nov 25, 2011 10:43:10 GMT -5
He'd been overseas
when his son was born.
It had made him feel
lost and so forlorn.
Sure he'd been happy
and yet he'd cried.
Inside of him then
a small part had died.
And all those years
his child had grown
he'd been away with
a heart that now was stone.
To fight and kill you
became as cold as ice
because inside you felt
not quite right or nice.
But he'd done what
he'd been trained to do.
He'd been a fine Marine
as I'm telling you.
Yet the time had come
and he'd no longer roam.
Now it was his day
to go back home.
He took off his boots
and put down his gun
though the war wasn't
over, lost or won.
But he was out and
he felt so good.
Soon he'd hold his boy
as a father should!
Michael "They're Coming Home!" Gallatin
Author's Note - This poem has a special and deep meaning for me. My son was in the Marines for eight years and saw duty in Afghanistan and Iraq. He came back, got married and began a home with his wife. Now they're expecting a boy in December! So, this poem isn't exactly him and yet it is too. I'm dedicating this to all our men and women deployed in the armed forces who are away from their loved ones. May they have a safe return home and may it be soon! God bless them!
when his son was born.
It had made him feel
lost and so forlorn.
Sure he'd been happy
and yet he'd cried.
Inside of him then
a small part had died.
And all those years
his child had grown
he'd been away with
a heart that now was stone.
To fight and kill you
became as cold as ice
because inside you felt
not quite right or nice.
But he'd done what
he'd been trained to do.
He'd been a fine Marine
as I'm telling you.
Yet the time had come
and he'd no longer roam.
Now it was his day
to go back home.
He took off his boots
and put down his gun
though the war wasn't
over, lost or won.
But he was out and
he felt so good.
Soon he'd hold his boy
as a father should!
Michael "They're Coming Home!" Gallatin
Author's Note - This poem has a special and deep meaning for me. My son was in the Marines for eight years and saw duty in Afghanistan and Iraq. He came back, got married and began a home with his wife. Now they're expecting a boy in December! So, this poem isn't exactly him and yet it is too. I'm dedicating this to all our men and women deployed in the armed forces who are away from their loved ones. May they have a safe return home and may it be soon! God bless them!
Why thank you Sir! I'm happy to see more love in a poem that's about love and family.
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
