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Soldier Boy

written by: Steve Pearson



Beautiful baby boy, borne of love aside their tree
Dreamed of, now beheld, now as loved as loved can be
Primitive the bond upon the fresh made family formed
To each the other affirm the life new baby has adorned.

Then baby becomes soon the boy just about to stride
First to fall, caught by mother, with father by her side.
Soon to walk, soon to talk, soon to run and play
Soon to sit by parents side, hours to while away.

Dreams begin upon the boy's adventurous designs
He marches to imagined tunes towards imagined lines
Mummy calls her little soldier to table filled with fare
He tells his tales of heroic deeds played out upon the air

Daddy fills the son with pride in days of play together
In many ways, in games, in fun, in every kind of weather
His father's son, he grows upon every wise and loving word
So, nurtured to his confidence, made proud by what he heard

Now grown and strong all too soon the boy becomes the man
Yet mother sees her little soldier as the baby that began,
And breaks her heart to see him take a uniform and gun.
Brave and bold, the soldier man, still his parent's son.

To distant war he sojourns for a life the boy did yearn
Despite her prayers, the mother's son never will return.
Mummy's little soldier lies, on foreign fields with pain and fear,
Dreaming of the home he left, a million miles from here.

To bury the child the father steels himself against his sorrow
Lest his loss and painful ire defeats him in the morrow
While mother sits in silence, her little soldier boy to mourn
Still she sees in her mind’s eye, the boy, as he was born.

Steve Pearson

Steve Pearson

JUNE 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
That's me at the front of the photo. I'm an atheist, socialist, humanist, poet and soon to be novelist. From here to there and a lot of shit in the middle. That's life.
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