Ode to the Fallen soldier, <br />For he has made the ultimate <br />Sacrifice for his world. <br /> <br />Ode to his Mother for while <br />She lives, the grief and sadness <br />Take their toll on her mind, as <br />She goes throughout her day, <br />Answering questions like “are <br />You ok? ” and “where is your <br />Son, I haven’t seen him for a while? ” <br />She always answers, “yes I’m fine” <br />Or, “he’s away.” But she knows, inside, <br />She can’t deny. <br /> <br />Ode to the son he left behind, <br />For he will grow up without <br />Knowing who his father is, <br />Only what he’s done. Never <br />Will he play catch in the yard, <br />Like the neighbors next door. <br />Never will he hear that “Man to <br />Man” talk, that all boys should. <br /> <br />Ode to the music that will never <br />Be heard, for the only music <br />He made, rests in his heart. <br /> <br />Ode to the art that will never be <br />Seen, for the only art he made, <br />Remains in a box underground. <br /> <br />Ode to the Fallen Soldier, who <br />Died so we could live, the way <br />All mankind should, happy and free.<br /><br />David A Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-the-fallen-soldier/
