Musings by The Poet Loriet
July 7th, 2003
Yes, I realized what today was
as I drove to work
and heard on the radio
that three more American soldiers
were killed in Iraq.
My breath drew in
as a gasp and I got that
knotted feeling in my stomach.
Of course, I think about you,
pray for you, dream of what-ifs.
I have not forgotten you.
You should be here,
living in peace and
I could give you a
birthday hug and
you would see my tears
of relief.
I wish I could see you
blow out 34 candles today,
hear your silly chuckle,
watch a smile spread
across your handsome face.
But you're "over there"...
I want to take you out
for Thai food again,
sip coffee while feeding
each other Fannie Mae
chocolates--
Instead, you're in a desert
wondering when you'll
come home again,
when you can walk
along the water's edge,
when you can drive
something besides a tank,
an old-fashioned car
with an Ahoooga horn,
or perhaps
your motorcycle as
you ride like the wind.
I hope you're not losing hope,
faith that you'll kiss
American soil again.
I'm sending sweet thoughts
to you across oceans and
mountains and deserts...
You are loved.
You are missed.
I will always care,
my special soldier.
That yellow ribbon
you tied around my heart
is still there.
Happy 34th Birthday, Adam.
Lori Beal
as I drove to work
and heard on the radio
that three more American soldiers
were killed in Iraq.
My breath drew in
as a gasp and I got that
knotted feeling in my stomach.
Of course, I think about you,
pray for you, dream of what-ifs.
I have not forgotten you.
You should be here,
living in peace and
I could give you a
birthday hug and
you would see my tears
of relief.
I wish I could see you
blow out 34 candles today,
hear your silly chuckle,
watch a smile spread
across your handsome face.
But you're "over there"...
I want to take you out
for Thai food again,
sip coffee while feeding
each other Fannie Mae
chocolates--
Instead, you're in a desert
wondering when you'll
come home again,
when you can walk
along the water's edge,
when you can drive
something besides a tank,
an old-fashioned car
with an Ahoooga horn,
or perhaps
your motorcycle as
you ride like the wind.
I hope you're not losing hope,
faith that you'll kiss
American soil again.
I'm sending sweet thoughts
to you across oceans and
mountains and deserts...
You are loved.
You are missed.
I will always care,
my special soldier.
That yellow ribbon
you tied around my heart
is still there.
Happy 34th Birthday, Adam.
Lori Beal
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July 7th, 2003
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