Is This Your Son
There was a child
Who grew in height
He became a man
Who wanted to fight
To keep us safe
And speak for us
I cried as I watched
Him get on that bus
The days ticked by
Life seemed to stand still
I know my soldier
Is fighting over that hill
As a mama I must say
How proud I am
Of who he is
And how it began
I am standing here
Touching the photo frame
Tears touching glass
No I hold no shame
For this is my son
He is my only one
I give thanks today
For Memorial Day.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
05.23.2014
Who I am 
So many lost. So many came home, changed. Great poem.
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Thank you Brenda. You are so right, and I hate it that society sometimes snubs them
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Me, too. Or treats them like the war was their fault.
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Exactly Brenda
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We must honor the Soldier. I hope your son is safe and sound. To know and to hold on to freedom. We need our Soldiers to stand tall and strong for us. Thank you for sharing the powerful poem and thoughts.
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You are very welcome John. Our soldiers need us to cheer them on and be there for them when they return home. Hugs
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I agree.
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No but this is my husband-disabled Nam vet.
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Such a lovely and poignant poem. Thanks for posting! I’ll reblog it, Terry. I’ve shared on Twitter and will reblog on http://www.4writersandreaders.com Have a Safe & Happy Memorial Weekend! 🙂
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Reblogged this on Bette A. Stevens, Maine Author and commented:
Beautiful and poignant poem! ~ Bette A. Stevens
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I am proud of all them and I weep for all of them. I am grateful for all of them.
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A beautiful tribute for a solemn day.
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Thank you RoSy. Hope you had a good weekend
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