Thank you Daniel Howard Sr. for sharing! Boy Years by Sharon Wilhite Somehow, (Did I blink my eyes?) (Was I distracted by everyday care?) Somehow, I looked around and you were grown. The boy years flown – gone. Seems overnight they took flight and swiftly, so swiftly passed from sight, and away. Gone… Those days of backpacks toy guns and surplus cammo. And the terrific battles fought – out among the trees on your knees, watching for the enemy – (your brother), planning, directing and executing the orders sure to bring swift victory. Till, at last, close of day as if from far away the voice of the general – Me, Calling you home. No more do I own that Privilege. You’re grown… The boy years flown. Your battles not your own, at another’s command, the guns not toys. And with others, no longer boys, you march to the Cadence of the call of your country. And I, though so proud, still wish to be able to step out the back door and give the order that brought you running on swiftest feet – “Come and eat, boys!” Can we all say 24 Days and a Wake up?
Posted on: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 18:57:16 +0000
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