At Last, My Son Poem by Karen TeichCluster

Momma's kiss their baby boys
And sends them off to war.
Daddy says 'Be Brave, my son,
Stand proud at Freedoms' Door.

Put away your childhood dreams
And kiss your girl good-bye,
Then turn around and walk away
So you won't see them cry.

One night in Hell can last for days
And you'll never be the same;
You'd sell your soul to stay alive
Then wonder, who to blame?

Dreams die easy in the morning light
and the road back home is a lonely flight.
'You're home now, son;
Stop singing the blues,
The price was high but we ALL pay our dues.'

No questions asked we fought your war,
We gave our lives guarding Freedoms' Door.
Yet still we fight; can you tell me why?
Stand proud, my friend, Let them see YOU cry.

God bless the lost, the boys who died,
Keep by your side those still alive.
Forgive our shame, the wrong we've done;
Welcome home, at last my son.


Dedicated to the Veterans, the MIA/POW's/KIA's especially of the Viet Nam war, and also to ALL service men & women who have given and do give so much for all Americans'.
(3-14-90