They've Gone to War

Little child, your daddy's gone to war
To do a job so terror is no more.
He misses you more than words can say.
You're on his mind all throughout the day.

Little child, your mommy's overseas,
Working hard to bring terror to its knees.
She longs to hold you in her arms again.
You're on her mind even when ashes rain.

Little child, your brother's joined the battle
Against a foe whose heart's a saber's rattle.
He loves you more than he thought possible.
When danger lurks your prayers help him through trouble.

Little child, your sister's in harms way
In distant lands where hatred holds sway.
The imprint of your kisses on her cheek
Give her strength even when she feels weak.

Little child, although they are gone
They long to return where you can be as one
Family, full of joy and love,
Together again with blessings from above.

September 11, 2006 by Glen Alan Woods