A Different Christmas Poem

  1. The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I
    gazed round the room
    and I cherished the sight.
    My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter
    beside me, angelic
    in rest.
    Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
    Transforming the yard to a
    winter delight.
    The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed
    the magic that was
    Christmas Eve.
    My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure
    and surrounded by
    love I would sleep.
    In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I
    slumbered, perhaps I
    started to dream.
    The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I
    opened my eyes when
    it tickled my ear.
    Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
    sure sound of
    footsteps outside in the snow.
    My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I
    crept to the door
    just to see who was near.
    Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A
    lone figure stood,
    his face weary and tight.
    A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a
    Marine, huddled
    here in the cold.
    Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing
    watch over me, and
    my wife and my child.
    "What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in
    this moment, it's
    freezing out here!
    Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
    You should be at
    home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
    For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from
    the cold and the
    snow blown in drifts..
    To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
    Then he sighed and he
    said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice.
    I'm here every
    night."
    "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That
    separates you from
    the darkest of times.
    No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to
    stand here like my
    fathers before me.
    My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December," Then
    he sighed, "That's
    a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
    My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam', And
    now it is my turn
    and so, here I am.
    I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my
    wife sends me
    pictures, he's sure got her smile.
    Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The
    red, white, and
    blue... an American flag.
    "I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away
    from my family,
    my house and my home.
    I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
    I can sleep in a
    foxhole with little to eat.
    I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down
    my life with my
    sister and brother..
    Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure
    for all time that
    this flag will not fall."
    "So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your
    family is waiting
    and I'll be all right."
    "But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
    "Give you money," I
    asked, "or prepare you a feast?
    It seems all too little for all that you've done, For
    being away from
    your wife and your son."
    Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just
    tell us you love
    us, and never forget.
    To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
    To stand your own
    watch, no matter how long.
    For when we come home, either standing or dead, To
    know you remember we
    fought and we bled.
    Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That
    we mattered to you
    as you mattered to us.


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  2. 7 Comments

  3. by   live4today
    hi fran! :kiss i like that poem! how ya be lately? i'm so sorry that i don't have the means to telphone you right now, but know that you are always on my mind, and in my daily prayers. :1luvu: :flowersfo :icon_hug:
  4. by   compassion1
    Beautiful, Fran. Love you, too.
  5. by   bethin
    Love it. Absolutely beautiful.

    Merry Christmas Fran!!
  6. by   pickledpepperRN
    Thank you Fran!
  7. by   EmerNurse
    Awesome Poem!!!
  8. by   Beary-nice
    Thank you Fran...it reminded me of my brother.
  9. by   nursemary9
    Fran,

    Thank you--Beautiful!!

    It is si good to see you doing some posting this past week or so.
    How are you?

    Merry Christmas

    Mary Ann

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