To Mary and her Superman Cole <br /> <br />There he is, a little boy safe at home, <br />playing in the dirt or throwing the dog a bone. <br />Climbing the big tree as high as he can; or <br />tieing a towel over his shoulder playin Superman. <br /> <br />Look at him now in the middle of the raid; <br />ducking down and throwing a grenade. <br />No more climbing trees as high as he can; <br />yet still having to be like Superman. <br /> <br />He is an American Soldier trying to survive the best he can; <br />fighting emotions when he sees' the fall of his friend. <br />They have to believe their made of steel and bullet proof; <br />while watching for gun fire coming from a distant roof. <br /> <br />Praying as each day passes the he will safely make it home, <br />struggling to get past the days of death, distruction and gloom. <br />As he lays his head down hoping to get some much needed sleep; <br />he dreams of home and feels the love, as he wakes, he hears the <br />gun fire and begins to weep <br /> <br />(5-13-08)<br /><br />Denise Girod<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/superman-11/
