Youngest Son

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  • Confusion
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  • Loss
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  • Life
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  • Family

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    For my son, still struggling with his head after time in Iraq.

    Youngest Son

     Youngest son
    Always you have held my heart
    Growing into your life
    As mine moved aimlessly on
    War called for you
    Reluctantly you answered
    Leave home a young man
    Transform into a warrior 
    Serving for strangers

    Today the war rages on
    In your mind, your dreams
    The tears are not hidden
    Your sleep interrupted
    By visions of friends lost
    No longer the boy in my memories
    But a man with troubled dreams
    Youngest son
    You still hold my heart
     
     

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    winterkou commented on Youngest Son

    01-27-2011

    A very well written and expressed story of a boy that goes to war Something about war seeing people die and things blowing up in front of you that changes you and the scars of that trial , that moment in life stays with you, as if to haunt you. Nice write
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    Mandi commented on Youngest Son

    01-27-2011

    Tomhusker, this is remarkble for being new to the OP.site. a womderful; free verse. I should knock you out and drag this piece over to my list of poems, clunk! hee, hee
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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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