“Untitled”
By Rachel Yeomans
Such inspirations I can feel
That make me want to shout and squealWhen I see you I am content
I feel our friendship won't relent
"Whatever happens" whate're that be
I somehow feel you're there for me
And although feelings aren't the best
(They quake and change, and never rest)
Mine for you are not misplaced
I love you and am not abased
I feel whatever this we're in
This bond we have that's stretched too thin
I somehow feel through the drawn lines
Our love will stand the tests of time
“This
poem is about the mixed emotions one gets when their best friend becomes their
first love.”
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“Our Soldier, My Son”
By Gena Lindner
My wounded mother’s heart awaits
To see again my soldier son.
Till the day I see his face
The final battle won’t be won.
To see again my soldier son.
Till the day I see his face
The final battle won’t be won.
Lord, give him comfort through my prayers,
Though many miles keep us apart,
And hear his call in time of need
As you dwell within his heart.
Though many miles keep us apart,
And hear his call in time of need
As you dwell within his heart.
God help me keep my trust in you
Until he at last is home to stay.
Bring back the joy to my heart
That war has taken away.
Until he at last is home to stay.
Bring back the joy to my heart
That war has taken away.
Our soldier, my son
This journey has just begun.
Lord, guard him from the enemy
And keep his spirit strong.
This journey has just begun.
Lord, guard him from the enemy
And keep his spirit strong.
Heal my heart,
Return to me
Our soldier, My son
Return to me
Our soldier, My son
[See April 19's posting for a brief statement about Gena Lindner.]
