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My Marine
My little baby boy,
Blond with eyes of blue.
Held close within my arms,
My son, I love you.
So many memories
Throughout the years,
Years filled with happy times
And sometimes filled with tears.
Dandelions in chubby hands,
Filled a water glass.
Then he's in a fishing boat
Trying to get that big bass.
How quickly those years passed,
More quickly then we knew.
Soon the little boy was grown,
Now a man with eyes of blue.
Graduation and college bound,
Too big for Mama's knee.
So many times I've wished
That little boy, again he'd be.
He is a man of pride,
A husband and a father.
Standing straight and tall,
A man of strength and honor.
I look with pride upon the man
My son has grown into.
Now he wears a uniform
And the colors of “dress blue.”
The colors that he wears
Tell the story well.
He fights for our freedom
As he gives the Marine Corps yell.
The fierceness of a “Devil Dog,”
And the courage of a bear.
Don't raise a hand against our flag!
Don't you ever dare!
He puts his life upon the line
For you and I each day.
He is a man of iron,
Not one with feet of clay.
He'll walk through the fire
And wade through the flood
And make a sacrifice for you
Even with his own blood.
He leaves behind his family,
Wife and children dear,
Mother, sisters and brother
And fights without fear.
He fights for right and freedom
And proudly bears our flag
As he goes into the battle
With feet that never drag.
He proudly wears the colors
Of khaki and desert green,
My son, one of the few and proud,
My son, United States Marine!
March 1, 2007
By Ruth E. Beardslee
In honor of my son, SSGT Dean J. Beardslee, USMC
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