“It isn’t the battle that scares you the most. There’s no time to think about death. It’s the quiet times before the fight that makes you shiver. That’s when you think about Heaven and Hell and second guess if you’ve made the right decisions in life. Even those who claim there is no God will still pray.”
An unnamed soldier
78th Engineer Battalion
1975
Paula Kay
You have taken my sister home
Released her of heartache and pain
I know when it’s my time to come
I will bask in her love again
Yet my heart cries from missing her
My dark and saddened eyes do grieve
My memories and feelings stir
Life without her can’t be perceived
They say she’s in a better place
In my heart I know it is true
I long to see her smiling face
Shining with joy like it used to
She no longer suffers in pain
For this I thank you every day
Still unshed tears and sorrow reign
Hoping that somehow she could stay
My bosom laments with sorrow
Wishing she was now here with us
Still I know that come tomorrow
I will live on like we all must
From Heaven’s cup she does now sip
No dreams of hers she left unfilled
Relief came on her smiling lips
Showed that her tortured mind was stilled
When time with us grew near its end
With sweet reflections from our past
A truth of hope to us is lent
Our Love for her will ever last
Goodbye sweet sister and dear friend
I will keep you here in my heart
Though your time on earth might be spent
Our hearts will never be apart
This I will say to all the world
Praise God’s greatness in what you do
And when eternity unfurls
May your loved ones be there with you
Jerry Brotherton
The Backyard Poet
excerpt from ‘Incoherant Ramblings of an Old Man’
©All Rights Reserved 2017
When the light seems to be fading away
And you’re not sure anymore where you stand
No matter how far from home you might stray
He will always be there to hold your hand
Whenever your road was rough to travel
Or those many times you had felt denied
All the times you watched your dreams unravel
He was there with you standing by your side
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