Faye Sizemore

HE CAME HOME

Still a Marine
Always ready…
Always faithful

Ever full of memories
Some loving…
Some hateful

Jungles scenes
Machine gunfire…
Dying screams

Home is still here
With lacy curtains…
And frilly gear

It does not delete…
The fears and memories
That he must daily meet

We make a home for him
In our thankful heart
From which he will never part

For he is like a fragile treasure
A precious beloved keepsake
Of whose price has no measure