Thank you Cynthia Gibb for this lovely poem.
They’re full of pride and love, though their words are often few.
Their thoughts may only be spoken through the actions that they do.
They go about their daily tasks but are constantly aware;
And at the sight of their worried mother, a silent hug they’ll share.
They, too, bear the cost of freedom and feel the pain as well
The many fears carried deep inside they truly long to quell.
They may not march or shoulder a gun or stand in uniform,
But the sight of one who does causes their hearts to warm.
If you happen to fall behind them in a traffic line one day
You may read their signs that they so proudly display.
And when passing other heroes going down the interstate
A big “thumbs up” and whoop they give because they can relate.
They wave their flags high and march beside this Blue Star mother
I so dearly love them, too – my soldier’s sister and brother!
© Cynthia Gibbs
Cynthia Gibbs wrote this heartfelt poem that really hit home with me. Enjoy and thank you Cynthia!
In a pushed-back chair in a crowded room,
Unaware of her surroundings, many assume
Sits a middle-aged mother, phone in hand
Quietly texting as fast as she can.
She had waited all week without a word;
Had cried many times til her vision was blurred.
Then the message “Just want u to know I’m OK”
Appeared on her screen as she sat in the café.
Her friends had smiled as she snatched up her phone -
They knew who it was by the sound of its tone
And the relieved expression that washed over her face -
Their voices grew hushed as they gave her some space.
Now strangers nearby give a puzzled glance
And are wondering why she grabs this chance.
Why she first smiles, and then wipes a tear
And seems so oblivious to all who are near.
But her time is precious and her minutes are few
To send back her replies “I luv & miss u!”
“Do u need anything?” “R ur buddies OK?”
And “Did u have a nice day 2day?”
In no time at all it comes to an end
As she writes one more message and presses “send”.
For her soldier must leave now and be on his way
Where he’s going, he cannot say.
She longs and prays for the day he comes home
But today her love must be sent through her phone.
poem by Cynthia Gibbs
Happy St. Patrick’s Day my bravest
The green apple of my eye, my best
Around the world great happiness tours
And leprechauns have their mischief chores
Keep a keen eye for that Billy Mc Goat
Sneaking off food, all he can tote
And look out for Old Patio Stool
Though he’d avoid you, you’re way too cool
If a leprechaun zoomed pasteurize
He’d not fluster you my precious prize
If you do wear a touch of the green
You may yearn to join a lively scene
My heartfelt love is gleaming for you
You’re my four-leaf clover, my true blue
To your great buddies on this grand day
I send my love with a heart bouquet
God love you GI, I am so proud
I’d yell these words very clear and loud
You’re a treasure of love, on display
I do pray to God, to guide your way
©2010 Roger J. Robicheau
Love makes such a part of what you are
More precious are you than that Renoir
You’re the Valentine beyond each dream
The glow of your heart’s a true sunbeam
Your loving care reaches from afar
When I awake you’re my morning star
These words that I use so want to say
What you mean to me each night, each day
As you serve our country with heartfelt pride
I pray that God will stay near your side
Your loyalty brings a smile to me
And I know your love shines constantly
To those who march with you, they are grand
I send each some love from their homeland
There’s one more thing that I have to write
To keep in your heart both day and night
Please know that my love is so very true
My Brave Valentine, Oh Yes! That’s You!
©2010 Roger J. Robicheau
