PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Somehow he knew it when he saw her

That his life would never be the same

Sixty anniversaries from that very year



A young kid about to cross the ocean water for war

Much too young to see another man’s revenge through

But, what kept him going was the innocence that a first love can implore



Now his son is my father

A man who grew strong but fair

From the lesson’s of his father’s war

That taught him spilt blood is another family’s loss

And, that the only blood that matters

Is the blood in the hearts of those you love



I often wonder what makes a man a man

And, to that question I guess I’ve always had an answer

Cause love was given to me without hesitation with a firm but gentle hand



I’ve learned that heartache should never be hidden

By hiding the worst heartbreak I’d ever had

And, now I know that love in any form is a gift from heaven



And, I thank God every day for it

His mercy, strength, and forgiveness

His gentle hands and His persistence



Now His Son is my Father

A man who grew up strong but fair

From the passion of His Father’s heart

That taught him spilt blood was the ultimate cost

And, that the only blood that matters

Is the blood from His hands onto those He loves