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A HUG FOR MY SOLDIER




















This one's for you, Sean.
 
Wrapping my arms around you
one last time
before saying goodbye.
Striving to communicate
all that is in my heart
before you walk away.
The words trapped inside
bubbling to the surface
revealing the son that remains,
lingering long after you are gone.
Words for you,
My son.

My son
A man that fills me with
ADMIRATION for the time spent
studying and researching
before venturing into the unknown.

My son
A man that fills me with
PRIDE for following your path
knowing the uncertainty
of where it will lead.

My son
A man that fills me with
MEMORIES of early mornings in the gym,
street dancers in December,
games, grammar, and goodwill cards on the living room floor.

My son
A man that fills me with
CONFIDENCE in the soldier
you will become.
No doubt, a leader of men.

My son
A man that fills me with
LOVE for that little boy
with the big glasses
who played with butterflies
instead of baseballs
who built sandcastles on the shore
and sold tickets to his shows.

LOVE for the teenager
living so carefree
playing in the band
kicking the soccer ball
lighting up the stage, or
opening his heart and home
to friends in need.

LOVE for the man
finding his way back home
spending time with sisters
watching movies, lounging, laughing.
displaying patience and wisdom
in the midst of turmoil and chaos
on the field and at home.

Today you walk
into the arms of Uncle Sam;
may his arms engulf and protect you
until my arms can wrap around you once again.

Comments

  1. David AbbottApril 4, 2011 at 4:43 PM

    My Son went to Basic at Fort Benning and it was a challenging time for all involved. We waited with joy and excitement for the limited calls. We worried when he sounded exhausted and tired, we prayed when he had his tests and exams, we rejoiced when he stood strong and tall at the graduation ceremonies.

    As a note of connection, often times you can find communities for the specific boot camp on Facebook. It's a great resource. Fort B also put up pictures every so often to show how much fun the soldiers were having. You may also reach out to me if you'd like. Pat R knows how to get hold of me...

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  2. AnonymousApril 4, 2011 at 8:13 PM

    Oh mandie my heart goes out to you. I have been there and it is not easy BUT I know you will handle it well. We think that once our children grow up life will get easier BUT it doesn't BUT this is when family and friends are there for you.Where is he going for basic ? When you get an address for him PLEASE have your Mom get it to me. Thank you. Love you. Marguerite

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