HEROES CRY
You say I'm your rock,
your hero you lean on,
the wind under your wings -
a thousand things that make you
what you are -
the hope of your dreams,
your shining star.
You say I'm your force,
your hero that moves you -
your shelter in a storm -
a blanket warm with tenderness,
the light of your night,
but I confess.
Heroes Cry
when a sudden goodby
can darken any day.
Heroes Cry
when a few simple words
have so much to say.
Heroes Cry
when their labor of love
finally comes true.
Your Hero Cries
on bended knee
in thankfulness
for coming home
to you.
Carmine
- Author: Carmine Lombardo (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2021 15:48
- Comment from author about the poem: Seen and read about too many wars. Been through one. For survival, most of the essence of love nurtured and remaining at home becomes tainted and shadowed. Nationalism for power and greed turns others into killers, but even love on the battlefield survives - grows strong, not for self but for others. Safety and protection from the onslaught is necessary, but costly. Butterfly, our peace, why do you always fly away too soon? Stay, we pray, because our hearts are burning from the violence and bloodshed. Home calls. I'm alive and thankful. Beloved, let us celebrate.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Love will keep us strong.
Thank you for sharing this heartfelt poem.
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