Tears For My Son Michael
I shall water the foliage
Upon the grounds
In which he has grown
With my tears.
For he now is
in route to a war
by his own choice
May the army
prove to be all
it is meant to be
and bring my son
home to me
not in a body bag.
God speed my son
May your brothers
find you in the
desert across the
seas. I will be
praying every night
for all of you upon
my callous knees
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