When I Say His Name: Poem by Sherry Painter

When I say his name,
There will be in it gratitude, love and pride,
He died for our country,
He died for me and our not-yet born child.

I have to move on,
There is no other option,
I just have to,
For both him and our child,
For myself,
There is no time to stop,
And have morbid thoughts,
To be negative,
To morn over his death,
I can't,
I need to be strong,
For him, for our baby, for myself.

I will move on as if he was here with me right now,
He is here with me, with our child,
He's up in the clouds waiting for me, for our child when it's our time to go home.

And with that,
I now know that I'll be able to go through the rest of my life.