From Iraq, A Postcard
I walked to the mailbox, looking to see,
I prayed my prayers would be answered,
If there was mail for me.
I prayed to hear from my Son, it has been
He is serving in Iraq, it's so far from home,
Mile after mile.
I see a Postcard, Yes! address from that
Even a picture on the front, with all that
Hi Mom, this is me, I am fine, but miss you too,
Every night, you are in my prayers,
And I think of you.
I pray for everyone there at home
I pray Mom, you are ok, and all is
Don't worry about me Mom, and please
I chose to serve our Country, and I
Don't question why,
You know Mom, I was a boy when I left
To follow command,
But fighting and living in this desert,
Has made me a man.
Tell all I love them, and if I don't make
It home, don't cry for me,
Just honor my choice, to fight for Freedom,
So all men can be free.
I love you Mom, pray for my safety, and
Hugs and Love, remember Mom, I love you.
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