My Son
by Theresa Kackley
He stands tall
He stands proud
In a foreign country
Among a foreign crowd
He leaves his family
He leaves his home
To fight for our rights
A new land he’ll roam
He agrees to sacrifice
For his Country and God
All that he knows
With barely a nod
He withstands the heat
Death and despair
So we may carry on
With little a care
His days are long
His responsibilities many
But when asked what he needs
He says "I don’t need any"
To hear his voice
To see his face
Any time
Any place
These are times
I treasure most
Before he has
To return to his post
The quick hello
That all-knowing smile
This man before me
Going the extra mile
Counting the days
Til his return
Each and every hour
I wish to burn
My Love for him
From the very start
Filled every depth
Of my heart
He’s one of the best
And second to none
He is a Marine
He is My Son
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
