War Poetry

Father’s Day

The blast was loud as it blew dirt and shrubbery from its resting place.
Smoke and noise filled the once silent air. As the dust settled, shrieks
of pain were heard throughout. Calls for medics were quickly assembled
as the helicopter circled the area.

The life of a young twenty year old boy had just been changed.

What`s it like to birth two generations and never see a day of it?
To hold your firstborn and smell her sweet new skin, to kiss your
first grandson only minutes after birth? What is it like to be there
when your daughter walks down the aisle and never witness her beauty?

How can one forget the color purple, or love a wife whose beauty
you`ve never beheld? What`s it like to own your “dream” car and
never be able to drive it? To never play ball with your son,
or dance with your daughter?

What`s it like to listen to the joy of your children as they explain
in detail the new pair of shoes that you just bought for them,
and then as they hold their foot up so you can “feel” their
newest treasure?

Daddy, I don`t understand how you do it.
All I know is that there is not anyone I hold in
higher respect than you. Not one man that I love as
much as I love you. And every time I am away from
you my heart aches for your company.
Daddy, you`ll never truly understand the love
a daughter has for her father. You are my hero!
My pride in life! My example!
Dad, you are my everything. I love you forever!

By Erin Peterson