Following a recent radio show that interviewed grieving parents of young guy's and girls lost in afghan I thought I'd try put some words together.
This will for those lost suddenly to.

Memories of him leaving that morning full of hope and joy ,
Memories of when he was young and growing up ,
Memories of His first love and holiday.
Every day I wake I'm thinking of these,
Every day I wake hoping now is a dream,
Memories of the knock on the door,
Memories of telling his grandparents and sister,
Memories of how he was taken,
Memories of saying goodbye,
Every day I think of all the old memories,
Every day brings new ones. ........
Memories old to new. ......

Beautiful poem, Sir!

Thank you lu, although I won't make a living from poetry

Beautiful and very touching Mikey

Thank you

Beautiful poem, Mikey

from the afibs heart