Our Son


 

Our Son

Leaving Mom and Dad

Going from child to man

A calling he heard

Then a verbal word

He had a very important task to do

He got on the bus, he’s waving too

With Mom  tears streaming from both eyes

Even Dad and sis were saying goodbyes

Their son, her brother was on his way

This was so very important a day

In God they had no choice but trust

That he would be coming back on that bus

And now he is completely out of sight

We love our son with all our might

I know he will do his very best

He will give it all each and every test

And although he may be called to front line

I pray dear Lord keep him safe and let him shine

For we will be hoping to see him one day

Our son who chose the military way.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

11/11/2013

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Return


Walking down the dirty streets, hands in pockets. Kicking a few pebbles to see how far they could go. Paid his debt to the run-down rooming house he had taken up space in the night before.

He’d been transferred home due to a medical injury. A back injury. An actual stupid mistake. Tripped over his own two feet; coming down hard and twisting the wrong direction.

He could still walk but the column in his back was like a bomb getting ready to explode. The wrong direction, and bam, paralysis could be a new word in his vocabulary. From the diagnosis, he was packed and titled useless, and sent home.

Jim had run a way from home once before now being forced to return to his roots. But what roots were there to return to? He had been a kid when he left. He got a girl knocked up and got scared.

His parents said, “marry her” but he didn’t want to. He wasn’t ready to get married, so he ran. He enlisted, he planned to wipe out those bad things he had done and replace them with heroism.

For years he hadn’t given a thought to his past. Now with money in his pocket and nowhere to go he wondered the streets. Walking past his folks home he stopped. Looking at an x-ray of what once was years ago.

He hadn’t stayed in touch with his parents. He didn’t have any real reason. He just wanted to put it all to rest. Pretend it had never existed. The shame he carried of what he had done to that girl’s life haunted him now as he saw himself walking out the front door and heading down the street to see his girl.

He picked up his stride and ended up leaning against the same oak tree that he had first kissed her. That kiss had melted him like warm, gooey, hot fudge running down ice-cream.  He smiled to himself as he thought back to that moment. He wondered whether she still lived around here. Was she married, what happened to the kid?

He mentally kicked himself. What a coward he had been. He should have married her just like his parents said to do. At least he would have known the ending. A tear fell from his eye as he thought of the kid and wondered boy or girl. What did they look like today.

He stood upright and started to leave when a young girl came running out of that house. Long blonde pig tails, slender, a big smile on her face. Could that be her? Did his girl still live here?

He watched her as she skipped down the sidewalk. Where ever she was headed she was happy to be going. When he couldn’t see her anymore he took off walking again. He walked back towards town.

He went into the same doors that he had bought her hamburgers and malts. He sat down in the same booth they had once shared. He stared out the window as he waited for the waitress to come take his order.

Emotional pain was running through his veins. Being shoved back into the past hurt more today than the day he looked around and whispered goodbye to his home town. A voice said, ” do you need a menu?”

He turned towards the voice and looked into the eyes that he once knew so well. Silence was thick as they each had recognition of each other. Taking her waitress cap off and tucking her pencil and pad into her apron she sat down beside him.

The two were the only ones in the room as the world became quiet. They both opened their mouths to speak at the same time.meeting http://youtu.be/iIpfWORQWhU

 

 

 

Pressed Against The Glass


fireworks.jpegPressed Against The Glass

I see  your face

Pressed against the glass

And I play  it over and over

Again as I lay here  bleeding

I can not feel my legs

Not even my arms

But my heart can

Feel you laying

Next to me

That last night

We spent together

And now I lay

Out in the open

Waiting for help

Crying out to you

Hoping you can hear

My words through

The stars that shine

Down on me; my love

If I don’t make it back

Please always know

That I loved you

Until my last breath.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

07/02/2013

Photograph In My Mind


Soldiers Gather for Twilight Vigil at Fort Hood

Please don’t cry

When I turn a way

For I must go

And this you know

I have to do

What is right for me

I must serve

In the  military

Please dry your eyes

And smile for me

Let me savor

It in memory.

Terry Shepherd

05/03/2013

A PRAYER FOR THOSE LEFT BEHIND


IT IS ALMOST MIDNITE

9/11 Memorial

AND MY HEAD IS BENT

AS I REMEMBER THE DAY

WHERE THOSE PLANES WENT..

A DAY OF WORK

WAS TO BE THE WAY

NO ONE EXPECTED

WHAT HAPPENED THAT DAY..

A PARENT, A FRIEND, AND A CHILD

WERE TAKEN FROM SOMEONE WHO CARED

THE CRIES AND THE GASPS OF THE NEWS

AS THE WORDS LAID OUR HEARTS TO BE BARED..

DEATH BY THOUGHT AND PLANNED MURDER

SHAKES OUR MINDS, STIRS OUR MODE OF CONTENT

IT OPENS OUR EYES TO MAKE US REALIZE

THAT DAYS SHOULD NOT WASTEFULLY BE SPENT..

I AM TAKING THIS MOMENT WHILE ALL IS SO STILL

TO PAY MY RESPECT FOR ALL WHO HAVE GONE BY

MY HEART IS STILL WITH YOU, ALTHOUGH TIME HAS PASSED

THERE WAS NO NEED FOR THIS, AND I STILL WONDER WHY….

GOD BLESS EACH OF YOU, WHO LINGER BEHIND

WHO TAKE ONE STEP AT A TIME EVERY DAY

THAT GOD HAS SHOWED MERCY AND KEPT FAITH ALIVE

MY HEART AND MY PRAYERS ARE BEING SENT YOUR WAY….

AMEN

WRITTEN BY TERRY SHEPHERD

09/11/2012