by Amanda Shephard
(Norwood,Ohio)
We are very proud of him,
Says the frame on the wall,
A smaller man too says his shirt in the drawer,
The seats are so cold, says his un-moved truck,
Which has set and became old,
We miss him so much says the tears down my cheek,
Holidays are coming, says the calendar,
So we begin to count down the weeks.
The doors haven’t been open, says his cabinet,
The String has become dingy says the old fishing poles,
What has happened to him? Nobody knows;
But the phone calls say he’s in a place far from home,
The war in Afghanistan; hope he doesn’t get the call;
But never to forget, a hero to us all!