Dear Son,
You are a soldier, a warrior refined in fire,
A fighter whose courage never expires.
I wanted you home so you can be wrapped in my embrace,
Where time would stand still in our quiet space.
Dear Son,
I long to hold you tight with no words exchanged,
I mean until silence speaks what our hearts have rearranged.
I wanted to feel your heartbeat close to mine,
But you’re on the front lines caught in the grind.
Dear Son,
I can hear the bullets like a roaring storm,
The deafening sounds of battle’s norm.
everything cracks with each shot,
But you’ve got to fight, son, give all you’ve got.
Dear Son,
During wars there is no place to lay down one’s sword,
Your weapon is the war’s drums that beat louder than words.
every tick is a bullet shells on your way,
Your heart must beat strong without fading away.
Dear Son,
Please, fight, don’t let your weapon fall,
Your courage is the strongest of them all.
The path is paved with endless strife,
But you must come home,
You must fight for life.
Dear Son,
Your living is the only breath in my nostril,
Without you, my body will lie still
Where thou art buried, so will I be,
But death’s not part of this destiny.
Dear Son,
Fight! Though the battles seem long,
I know your energy is strong.
It’s not just bullets; it’s the wars on the inside,
But I am with you; I will not hide.
Dear Son,
Until you win, stay strong
Stay strong and fight on.
This too will be gone.
Stay strong,
Till I write again
From
DadDa
