My SoldierA Poem by LynGeistThe valor of a soldier
Beckoned by a lingering tale, Told countless times before She held her hand across her heart, And heard his words once more. The silence in the morning air Hung tightly like a shroud, As gasps and cries before her From mothers in the crowd. So soon she would be fighting A mask upon her face, A weapon tucked against her soul A soldier in her place. The shrieking of a siren, The sound of bullets pass, She remembers what her father said It only counts who’s last. And now the only fear she keeps The sudden fear of death, The slamming of a bullet and The touch of angels breath. Staring at the sky above Her father’s eyes look back, The fiery night is fading As the ghost of life attacks. © 2013 LynGeistAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on January 4, 2013 Last Updated on January 4, 2013 AuthorLynGeistCAAboutI live in California. I am married and have two teenage children and currently devote my time to them. I have a masters degree in social work and like working with people and families. My favorite mom.. more..Writing
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