Passing out

not a great poem, but very true to my heart.

 

Marching with your bayonets

rain lashing in your faces

proudness showing in your stance

emotion showing in my eyes

An unknown world

you young men enter

with pride and patriotic hearts

you will fight for peace

but will never conquer

peace is beyond this world

 

I cied a million teardrops

when you marched so proudly by

a young boy

and now a soldier

your life will be never be your own

I adore your bravery

i will honour your face

you will forever be

in my secret mind

 

I love you

my son

i,m  proud beyond words

You have grown from a teenager

into a very fine man

and come April my baby

i will hold all your memories

deep within my beating heart

If the worse comes to the worse

You will know

that you were loved

more than my very own life.

 

Reviews

[Windy]

Anything dear to your heart, that has great meaning and feeling, to me is a good poem. Unmindful of the rules of writing, poetry to me, it about feeling, seeing, knowing or wondering, if I feel like laughing or I understand how someone feels or I feel like crying (as with this one) then that is the best poetry in the world. You have good flow and the imagery is amazing, but more than any of that, the feeling that comes from this poem is so heartfelt, heartbreaking, you have painted a picture, you have made it REAL with the feeling. I think this is a great write. A great tribute to your son and all those other mothers sons who have made this walk. I hope he comes home safely........