Ssg. Branden Davenport
Recon Medic


My Soldier , My Son

 

This man you see in uniform
Isn't just a man
He belongs to the U.S. Army
And he holds my heart in his hand

 
Once, not very long ago
It seems like yesterday
I held his hand as he learned to walk
And then he was on his way


 
Through kindergarten, junior high
Right through to graduation day
I held his hand as he took this walk
Learning about life as he made his way


The next time was different than before
For now he was a man
He made a choice to defend his country
But this time he let go of my hand


He's a soldier and he takes his job seriously
He knows the cost of freedom, he pays it everyday
His Christmas won't be spent at home
But in a land very far away


Instead of decorating a tree, he'll clean his gun
And dinner instead of being hot is taken on the run
But he wouldn't have it any other way, he'll risk his life if need be
My soldier, my son


I must have done something right for God to bless me with such a son.








1998-99-2000-01-02-03-04-05-06-07-08 Sand is the author of original poetry and thoughts on this page. NOTE: These original writings are copyrighted and may NOT be reproduced, distributed or displayed in any way or form without the author's expressed and written consent.


October 11,2007
Made especially for Branden,
I love you.



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