On the Eve of War

There was a post at Scrappleface which was not a humorous take on current events, but a place for people to post messages in support of our troops. I wrote a poem rather spontaneously in the comments:

On the Eve of War

Then sleep tonight, my precious sons,
for hard men stand upon the wall
and watch while you lay sleeping.

Dream your dreams of simple things -
of games and balls and riding on shoulders,
of Mother's lap and Father's homecoming -
for far away our Nation's best,
our sons and our daughters,
husbands and fathers,
wives and mothers,
all watch over.

Wake to the dawn,
your PJs on,
and come happy to your breakfast.
Somewhere in the cold desert,
those who would die for you
are waiting.

Live, my sons,
not knowing
what your few years cannot yet tell you:
that somewhere in the darkness
stand those who keep you
free.

Posted by Jeff at March 11, 2003 04:59 PM | Link Cosmos