Superman Poem by Denise Girod

To Mary and her Superman Cole

There he is, a little boy safe at home,
playing in the dirt or throwing the dog a bone.
Climbing the big tree as high as he can; or
tieing a towel over his shoulder playin Superman.

Look at him now in the middle of the raid;
ducking down and throwing a grenade.
No more climbing trees as high as he can;
yet still having to be like Superman.

He is an American Soldier trying to survive the best he can;
fighting emotions when he sees' the fall of his friend.
They have to believe their made of steel and bullet proof;
while watching for gun fire coming from a distant roof.

Praying as each day passes the he will safely make it home,
struggling to get past the days of death, distruction and gloom.
As he lays his head down hoping to get some much needed sleep;
he dreams of home and feels the love, as he wakes, he hears the
gun fire and begins to weep

(5-13-08)