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Rated: E · Poetry · Inspirational · #891914
Service men in Iraq - caring and loving the dear children
A soldier steps toward her, holds out his hand,
An attempt to dismiss her fear.
Trying his best to help her understand,
I'm certain he wiped away a tear.
I'm so sorry, Little Sis,
I didn't mean to make you cry.
Your brown eyes look so much like my Little Chris,
I cried when I told her goodbye.
Two lollipops, a bottle of water,
Dear Jesus, how can I leave her alone.
Perhaps she'd like this shiny quarter,
I could love this sweet babe as my own.
This precious, homeless, sun-burned lamb,
Tore at his heart like no other,
With tears in his eyes, he knelt down in the sand;
Oh, dear Shepherd, where is her mother.
He loved all those little faces,
Their sad eyes touched his soul.
He's do anything if he could erase;
The shadows away; to be able to hold.
He reached out; she came near,
Touched his face;
Wiped away his tear.
He put her down; turned to leave,
Just one more thing, for her tiny hand,
Tucked in a pocket on his left sleeve,
A tiny American flag; for you; from my homeland.
Sweet baby girl, you're here in my heart;
I must go; I've ever so much more to do.
I make you a promise, 'tho we must part,
I'm leaving my guardian angel with you.
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