Wildflowers dreams.

Old friends face had come to me lately. His baby girl is getting marry. It is sad poem. War take the best from us.

                      Wildflowers dreams

  (For Staff Sargent Donald Neal Davis. Killed in Iraq in August of 2004.)

I had been having dreams.
I was sitting with my good friend. His gravestone had flowers from his daughter Megan.
I'm drinking his Miller beer and I told him. His daughter is getting marry.

My friend would like the private graveyard for soldiers.
Small towns take care of their hero's lost to war.
There are wildflowers in the distance.
He would like this place.
The wildflowers are growing wild and free.
My good friend was a country boy who loved to hunt and his two beautiful girls.

Soldiers must go to war. Some soldiers don't come home.
I can hear my good friend voice in my dream.
He told me. " Please tell my wife, she is so beautiful and I love her.
Tell my children they are beautiful and I'm proud of them.
Tell them their father first and last love was my two angels.
Please meet my family and show them I didn't walk alone. I had friends.

Please tell my children I'm watching them from heaven.
My baby girls Stephanie is getting marry soon. Please tell her.
Her daddy is proud of her.

Tell sweet Megan her children are beautiful.
New life create new hope. Their Grandpa is watching them from heaven.
I'm proud of you. You have become a good mother.

I'm sitting with the wildflowers.
Drinking my friend favorite beer. He would of been the best Grandpa.
He would of told me. You are going to be alright Johnnie.

"Please remember me, my old friend. Tell my children often.
The two girls were the joy of my life.

The dreams make me wish to hear my good friend laughter. Drink beer
 with watch WWF with him. He would tell me. "You must live for me. Remind my kids.
Their father loved them with all his heart."

Author's Note

For a friend loss to war. His baby daughter is getting marry. I know he is content in Soldier heaven. Knowing his kids are going okay. One day I will join him and hear his laughter and be with the old Soldiers.

Reviews

[Reyvrex Questor Reyes]

Such morbid thoughts. Life demands so much more that the other side will have to be tackled when you get there. The present has joys and worries of its own----- so says the Holy Book.

A very thoughtful poem for a friend. The sentiments were conveyed fully, though tear jerking.

[Coyote Poetry]

We must remember the good people who were our friends. We must teach our children about their elders too. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

The sad reality about a soldier. I have a friend who married a soldier and whenever her husband is in an operation, she message us and ask for prayers.

It's great to offer prayers and tributes to great men like him.

[Coyote Poetry]

Please pray for your friend husband. Soldiers need prayers. Thank you for reading and the comment my friend.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

You're welcome.

[Leigh]

You have written a great tribute to your friend, I found this very moving and very real. I always think that people we loose along the way are still with us, if we keep them alive in our minds. Within the riddle of life comes the deeper riddle of war and why good people have to die. A great write thank you my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Leigh for reading. His youngest daughter is getting marry. He would of been a proud father. You are right. We carry old friends and family with us always.

[Frieda P]

Such a heart wrenching and loving tribute, gave me goosebumps, and yet lifted my heart at the same time, sweet dedication in your words Coyote, you are truly a magnificent storyteller in your poetry.

[Coyote Poetry]

I wish war was fiction. So many good women and men had died. A lot of sad hearts are left. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Frieda P]

If only, the world leaders should get out there and duke it out themselves, leave all the innocents alone...always my pleasure John.

[Rachelle]

More than a tribute to a lost friend is the ability to let him live on through the people whose lives he had touched.

[Coyote Poetry]

We can't forget the good people in a life. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Pryde Foltz]

A tremendously touching piece, John. We must continue to love and to live; the greatest way to honour those who have moved on.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pryde. These poem are hidden away. Brought out by events and people. We can't forget the good people we have known.