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Sexy_Tator_Tot Junior Member
since 2007-08-31
Posts 42Arkansas |
A man went off to war that day. Three children sat in bed to prey. A lonely solider closed his eyes as smoke from gunshot filled the skies. A wife at home sat alone. Scared to death she'd stay that way she'd prey harder every day. A solider now in the midst of war had finally just found a door a door that opened to his heart a piece of him that could not part. A wife, three kids still held his heart. His mind went back to the war, but something happened not intended two shots and his life had ended. Three children sit in church today ready to make their first prayer. One for father safe and sound walking on the holy ground. One for mom to fill a hole that lay deep down inside her soul. Final words must be said a woman stands on behalf the dead. She shuts her eyes says let it be my heart has told me freedoms not free. |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
Can't let this get buried yet -- what a tribute to those who have fought and died. And what a tribute to those waiting behind - and for those left behind. Mia, good write. Welcome to PiP. Alison |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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