My Little Andrew (In Memory Of Cpl. Andrew Eykelenboom) Poem by Kate Rob

I can still remember his face that day,
When this war first called my boy away.
He tried to hold a brave and manly pose
All dressed up before me in his military clothes.

I hugged him tight, did not want to let him go.
Please stay my little boy, why’d you have to grow?
Can’t we go back to when you were a child?
To the little two teeth grin you smiled.

Then he smiled his young and boyish smile goodbye,
“I’ll be back before you know it, Mom, so please don’t cry.”
But now, my little Andrew, when you come back,
Inside a casket your lively life you’ll lack.

Andrew fought for our freedom, yours and theirs,
For peoples’ rights, the Taliban shows no cares.
He was a great healer, a medic there,
He handled every wound with love and with care.

My little Andrew’s legacy,
Was to help set the Afghani people free.
He was the hope of so many people,
In the fog he was the church’s looming steeple.

He brought his beliefs with him to those grounds,
When spreading his faith he showed no bounds.
He bore the cross and wings upon his back,
Which brought faith to those, when faith they lacked.

Death stole his young life of only twenty-three years.
For my son’s young soul many people shed tears.
Andrew kept an eye on others, showing a selfless essence of courage.
We are now going to need some, to continue without him in life’s voyage.

He’s gone now, but we will remember him and all the others under our feet,
Those brave soldiers, their good souls, who died in the fight for the foes defeat.
Now they lie in the ground, and on top of their eternal home,
Each year above their graves, poppies there have grown.