Lynn C. Price
I MET AN ANGEL
I turned on the computer, like all days before,
To catch up with family and read about war.
With a hot cup of coffee, I sit down to read
Words of my family, whose broken hearts’ grieve.
We all have our troubles and burdens to bear,
But, somehow it’s easier with friends who truly care.
There’s one with a son she rarely hears from,
Hoping and praying ‘today will be the one’.
Another son’s injured, shot in at attack,
His patrol was ambushed somewhere in Iraq.
Many have children with anger and woes,
A parent’s heart hurts on life’s long, lonely roads.
No matter which day, morning, or night,
A Military Mom’s post is a most comforting sight.
She carries life’s hardships, deep in a heart,
Steadfast and loyal, her ship knows its chart.
We all know the mottos, ‘Hooah’ and ‘Semper Fi’,
Comforting words for when we all must cry.
Each has their haven, a place all their own,
Where often we travel, when needing to be alone.
When our cup is empty, we’ll search and then hope,
For words of salvation, a way we can cope.
More often than not, we’ll turn to our friends,
With no hesitation, on them we can depend.
They’ll never know it, but all of us see,
God has now blessed them with shiny new wings.
And, how I do thank you, for all that you are,
For, I met an Angel, my Heavenly star.
©Copyright June 2, 2007 by Lynn C. Price
Author’s Note: Dedicated to ALL of my Sisters