For My Buddy’s Kid

For all the children that were left behind,

You were born to a world that was not kind.

Some of you were babies not yet grown,

Your daddy who loved you will not be home.

For grown up reasons he went to war,

In a childish game, no one kept score.

Don’t try to reason why he had to die,

Cuddle your pillow tight, it’s alright to cry.

He often spoke of you with tears in his eyes,

Why God chose him I know not why.

Thoughts of you were with him till the end,

These words of love I promised to send.

Michael D. Monfrooe

For all the children that grew up without…