when I think of you,
We met once in an airport.
I, headed home to family
were going off to war.
The pictures you showed me of your
family were beautiful.
You lingered tenderly over each dog-eared photo
as you replaced them in your wallet;
and your face
spoke of your sadness in leaving them.
about the weather and such,
and just before boarding our respective planes,
we shook hands.
You asked me to not forget you.
Your gaze caught mine for only a moment,
but in your calm steady eyes
I saw every soldier
who had gone to war before you.
I knew with certainty
that I would not
The affect our meeting has had on my life
will stay with me always.
Mere words cannot express the gratitude I feel
for your service to our country.
So every day I am mindful
of the liberties I enjoy.
I exercise my freedoms and rights
there is a young mother
forging ahead in raising a soldier’s child
while he risks life and limb for his country.
I pray often for you and yours.
Whenever I vote,
or disagree publically, whatever
the topic of discussion.
When I express my personality
by wearing some daring fashion,
or even when I get the idea
that I NEED ice cream
in the middle of the night.
I picture you, and give thanks
that I am free to be and to do-
anything my heart desires.
I think it would be nice if you were my neighbor.
We could share a scoop of rocky road
and talk about the weather, or our kids.
you are a thousand miles away
and in harm’s way.
I pray you return to your home soon,
and find satisfaction, peace and happiness
that our country is as you left it.
I want you to know
that no matter the politics,
no matter what war,
I support you soldier.
I will strive always
to show, in thought and deed
that I haven’t forgotten
what freedom means.