by
Sandy Solari
a finer son was never had.
Then Uncle Sam adopted you
and to a foreign land you flew.
I wrote you letters every day,
and to my God I would pray,
but something deep inside of me,
said you'd soon be in God's company.
The final letter recieved from you,
expressed how much you really grew.
I saw the love you held inside,
as a lad you tried to hide.
I read your letter every day,
and understand what you've tried to say,
but I never knew you as a man,
so this is hard to understand.
"Mom everything is going swell,
and only time will really tell,
how everything is going here,
but Mom I wish that you were near."
"I would tell you Mom that I'm alright,
but Mom I'm a ragged sight,
wish you were here to comfort me,
I fear I'll soon be in God's company."
So off with flowers in my hand
across our Nation's mighty land,
I go to commemorate you my son
for a job so well done.
Down my cheek rolls a tear,
but son, know that I'm now near.
I still have memories of the past,
I hope thoughout my lifetime last.
I place the roses at your feet,
for my boy some day we'll meet.
Once again, my son and me,
when I'm in God's company.
