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I remember the feelings of my baby's first kick.
I yelled to my husband, the baby is moving, come quick.
He acted so gruff, as if he didn't care,
but soon he was touching, and grinning like a bear.
Then I looked to the heavens and said a small prayer.
"Dear Lord keep my baby safe, and thanks for a father that cares.
Let my child enter this world, as soon as he dares,
please give him 10 fingers and 10 toes.
And I pray that he's normal and completely whole".
His first day of school rolled around so fast.
The thought of the separation, I wasn't sure that I'd last.
His dad rubbed his head and said everything would be cool.
So I put on a smile and took him to school.
I gave him a hug as tears rolled down my check,
and I ran from the class so he wouldn't see mom as weak.
Then I looked to the heavens and said a small prayer.
"Dear Lord, keep my son safe as he begins a new story,
let him learn, make friends and enjoy this glory.
Open his mind to all the teachers will share,
so that his life's journey will be easier to bare".
The last day of school he came home yelling half in a rage,
"I proved the old man wrong, I'm walking across that stage".
We went to the ceremony all dressed in our best.
So proud to be there among all the rest.
As I watched my son's actions, proud, strong and not weak,
I looked at his dad and noticed a tear on his cheek.
Then I looked to the heavens and said a small prayer:
"Dear Lord, school has been hard, it's been a real test.
By you answering my prayers, it turned out the best.
But now comes the time, the time for his choice.
I pray he takes the time, the time to listen to your voice".
One day he came home with a serious look on his face.
He said dad I joined the Army, I'll serve my country with grace.
As we said our good-byes at the airport I couldn't help but to cry,
As his dad told him to keep his head low and hugged him goodbye.
I clung to my son before he boarded that plane to Iraq.
Not knowing when I'd see him again or when he'd be back.
I held him real tight, not wanting to let him go,
Until the Sergeant tapped his shoulder and said they've called your
row.
Then I looked to the heavens and said a small prayer:
"Dear Lord I've tried to do my best,
he's a man now and only you know the rest.
But if it is your wish, I'll pray every day
that you'll return him to me, safe in every way." |
By Nina Marcum
Copyright 2005
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September 21, 2007 |
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