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Who That Soldier Is

Thats somebody's little boy out there
Getting shot at on the field
Thats somebody's baby
In more pain than anyone should feel
Thats somebody's daddy
Out there in the middle of the fight
Thats somebody's parent
Who will never get to kiss his daughter goodnight
Thats somebody's lover
Who will never get to tell her he loves her again
Thats somebody's husband
Her protector and her best friend
Thats a mother's son
Thats her pride and joy
Thats a father's favorite companion
Thats his little boy
And the soldier you see in the casket
Was very proud of what he was fighting for
But he'll never see his parents, wife or daughter again
Because he died protecting our country in the war

poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow
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Father Daughter Moments

My daughter said something the other day
We were sitting on the front steps, talking
Someone wanted to enter the building, she stood up and said 'we're just having a father daughter moment'

My daughter is still young, only 27
And hearing her say that, my heart swelled with pride
She still wants to have moments with her father
My adult daughter still needed me

So much is said about the mother-daughter bond
But there's an even stronger bond between a father and a daughter
No matter how old she is, she's still daddy's little girl
And he always wants to be there for her

Father daughter moments last a lifetime
From playground accidents to a broken heart
You do your best to help her pain go away
Because when she's in pain, you are too

poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Soldier’s Wife

Let’s go out
In this cold city
Let me feel
The warmth here
The beloved daughter
As
I am going tomorrow
And who knows
The dinner
Out in the restaurant
A nearby photographer
In uniform
My laurels and stars
I fight for my country
I am a proud soldier
Daughter in his arms
The wife proud
Veil pushed back
So the soldier's family
I found this
In a room
A barrack
Of the soldier
Looked at the photograph
Of thousand hopes
The soldier’s bag
His laurels and stars
The soldier was dead
His laurels and stars
His thousand hopes
What is my fault?
Asked his daughter
And mine too
Asked his wife
His laurels and stars
For the soldier is dead

poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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I'm My Own Grandpa

It was many many years ago when I was twenty-three,
I was married to a widow, she's as pretty as can be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red,
my father fell in lover with her, and soon these two were wed.

I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa.
It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh
I'm my own grandpa.

This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life:
My daughter was my mother 'cause she was my father's wife.
And then to complicate the matter, though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.

This bouncing baby then became a brother-in-law to dad,
and so became my uncle, though it made me very sad,
for if he was my uncle then he also was the brother
of the widow's grown-up daughter, who, of course, was my step-mother.

I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa.
It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh
I'm my own grandpa.

Father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother, and it makes me blue,
because although she is my wife, she's my grandmother, too.

Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw.
Husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa.

I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa.
It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh
I'm my own grandpa.

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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A daughter loves her parents more than a son

A daughter loves her parents more than a son
But parents love their son more than their daughter,
After his marriage a son becomes a wicked person,
Then a son loves his wife more then his parents,
Over heard by his wife he pushes his parents out of home,
None gives them shelter in their old age except GOD,
Daughter will pity on them and she will welcome,
As they sow so shall they reap the crops,
Every one should be careful for action- re-action of life,
Today we disobey our parents tomorrow our sons re-act so,
Hence we face the same journey of our life's strife,
If we take care of our parents the same God will do,
We surely get what we do in the kingdom of God,
Carefully with guilt and virtue God has made a bod.

poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Real Life Tale Of An Ungrateful Daughter

an ungrateful poor daughter blames her father
her mother sad died thirty-two long years ago
her mother did not choose to suffer illness die
was not mother’s fault choice to daughter leave
daughter in bitterness hate life torments father

her father worked two three jobs her education to pay
her poor father said study succeed attend university
she wanted to spend money work in Texas chicken
she married a shiftless dreamer saying play party angles
her father helped raise their two children in his home

she appreciates nothing saved not never to buy her home
she appreciates not years her family lived with her father
she appreciates not her eldest daughter her father raised
this daughter her husband accept no responsibility blame
daughter says if mother were alive life would be different

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Father –in-law’s and mother-in- law’s daughter is a daughter-in-law

Father –in-law’s and mother-in- law’s daughter is a daughter-in-law
In the long and short journey of life one has to read the same law,
Even the daughter-in-law should not treat with them just like a saw,
She must think that her husband’s parents are like her own parents,
Action and reaction we can see soon infront of our eyes and mind,
And every one has his or her law and so let us always live by a law,
A good son-in-law does not deserve for any kind of dowry to find,
He too considers that his wife’s parents are just like his own parents,
A daughter is born in her own family and lives in the another family,
All will weep to see the changes of her life from the starting to an end,
If that new family members are good for her she lives very happily,
Otherwise in every walk of her life she suffers and herself will tend,
All daughters have to face and face to cross the same path of life,
The Nature itself will pity on them to see their difficulty of life’s strife.

poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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When A Mother Cries

When a mother cries,
Her tears stab at her daughter’s heart
As they plummet to the floor

When a mother cries
Her daughter cries too
She cries because she does not know what is wrong
She cries because she can’t get rid of her mother’s pain
She cries most of all because she loves her mother

When a daughter cries because her mother cries
Her mother cries more
She cries because her pain has hurt her daughter
She cries because she does not want to see her daughter cry because of her
She cries most of all,
Because she loves her daughter

Once the tears have ceased however,
What remains is love
The love forever shared between a mother and a daughter

poem by Portia Lane
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Father And Daughter

Father and daughter spend some quiet time together in the living room
Shining through the curtain is the sun
And outside is the glorious afternoon

Father reads to his daughter the poetry she loves
Father and daughter enjoy each other's company
Father takes his daughter by the hand
As they take a walk outside

Father cares for his daughter
And always wishes the very best to happen for her

poem by Justin Gildow
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Mom And Dad

If my Mom and Dad had not died
When I was young
What would my life have been like?

Would my Mom had showed me
How to use make-up;
And tell me, “not too much,
Or it will cake-up.”

What about the Father and Daughter dance;
Would my Dad had taken me,
If he had the chance.

I wonder if my Mom
Would have talked to me
About my little monthly friend;

And bring me a hot cup of tea
Every month that it began,
And let me lie in bed
With a warm heating pad.

Would my Dad had talked
To me about boys;
The one’s I should date,
The one’s to avoid.

I wonder what it would be like
To have living parents when you’re grown
Would your Mom still hold you;
And hum a happy song.

If you had a day
That didn’t go right;
Would your Dad take you out,
For a Father and Daughter night.

I wonder if I would have
Asked my Dad for money;
Would he just reach in his wallet,
And say “here you go honey.”

I wonder if my Mom and Dad
Would have cried at my first wedding.
What emotion at my divorce?
Cried at my second wedding.
At the birth of my child rejoice.

Would my Mom be in the room
When I had my first baby;
Would she had held my hand,
And said “it’s part of being a lady.”

If my parents had not died
When I was young;
Would they be proud of me?
What I grew-up to be.

Copyright © by Phyllis Strong

poem by Phyllis Strong
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Religious Family

Sisters and brothers are one of those precious members
In the family. Their role is infinite.
They shock themselves with delight.
They read signs and play with them.
Their signs are obvious,
Useful to the parents,
Forcing action of the family.
Heaven can arrive around the bend,
When the families die and their hell is dismissed by God.
Mothers shall look forward to heaven, and their husbands
Are found too in heaven, or shall I say Paradise.

“My son is big at religion, ” says the father to his child.
For this prayer to be answered, the boy must be big, an adult.
His life at the moment has laws broken, the lawful one is not him.
For he is criminal in his action, in his life and love.
He spent a time with another person, and did not get married.
He did not like this now, and not seven times a week.
He must pray and be forgiven, would say God.
God loves the boy’s father, however, and thus the boy is forgiven
For he is big at religion.
The father has his prayer answered.
Afterwards, the father cries for his child as he has lost him to the elements.

The story is such that it makes us cry, and cry and cry.
To find the mother, we must find the father and his prayer.
We find she is forced to marry someone else
But the daughter is forced to object, due to her religion.
The daughter is confused and wants to know why this happens.
The mother blames the divorce on her son who adventured and died.
The father’s prayer was answered but his wife went astray,
and his daughter was too big at religion.
The daughter shall grow and grow to be a happy woman.
Both parents died due to cancer.
It means the average family would die in the ways of religion,
And not religion die in the ways of family.

poem by Naveed Akram
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My Right! ! ! !

I am sitting here with the news turned up loud
Knowing we are there to help, makes me proud
I know so many just don't understand
If YOU had no freedom
If YOU had no say
How would you feel?
What could you do?
Without help, NOTHING!
I miss my husband
I miss his touch
But I am proud of what he does
I am proud of whom he is
You may have the right to protest
And you may not like this war
But no one has the right to tell my husband his rights should be ignored
His right to be proud
His right to be a patriot
His right to be a soldier
They say HE is wrong, that just isn't true
My husband could fight and die
For my right to speak
For my right to cry
For my right to feel this pain
For my right to be angry
For my right to feel the way I do
Your rights are not given by the grace of GOD
They are given by the blood of patriots
They are given with the lives of loved ones
Remember when you are out there slamming our own military
They are out there fighting and dying for your right to hate them

poem by Tearsica Brooks
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A Daughter Cries

when a mother cries
her tears stab at her daughter's heart
as they plummet to the floor

when a mother cries
he daughter cries too
because her heroine is wounded and she doesn't know how or why
she cries because she cannot rid her mother of the pain
she cries most of all because she loves her mother

when a daughtrr cries because her mother cries,
her mother cries more
because her weakness has hurt her child
she cries because it hurts to know she's the cause of her daughter's tears.
she cries most of all because she loves her daughter

one the tears have ceased however
love remains
the love forever shared between a mother and her daughter

poem by Portia Lane
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I am who?

I am an unexpected miracle
I am the bringer of joy
I am your son, your daughter
I am the light in your life

I am your worst nightmare
I am a rope in time of need
I am your uncle, your aunt
I am a world renowned tyrant

I am a burden in your life
I am a trustworthy friend
I am your brother, your sister
I am your first companion

I am your rusty anchor
I am the love of your life
I am your wife, your husband
I am the thorn on a rose

I am a weight on your shoulder
I am an angel in your life
I am your father, your mother
I am your life long mentor

I am your greatest enemy
I am a shoulder to cry on
I am your friend, your lover
I am a fellow human being

(3/14/2007)

poem by Christopher G. Turner
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Transformation

To my noble parents sterling,
, I was their Daughter darling;
;
To my affable siblings, three,
I was their elder Sister, in glee.
To my beloved husband, in life,
I'm his devoted, fond Wife.
To my endearing children, four,
I'm their doting Mother spore;
To my nephews and nieces, reasoning,
I'm their dear Auntie, loving.

Alas! The label of daughter, nice,
Vanished with my parents' demise! .

My children, one by one, in course of time,
Were married, in their youth prime.
I begot sons-in-law and a daughter-in-law,
And am their affectionate Mother-in-law.

Ah! My siblings three, passed away—
The call of Sister, with them went away!

Now, when my sweet grand-children seven,
With love and care, me, they smother,
Calling me ‘Paatti'(Granny) 'Paatti'(Granny)
,
I the proud Grandmother
Am in rapture, transported to Heaven.!

poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Kisses In My Life

A KISS - To a baby means I'll love you for life
A KISS- To a husband, I'm glad to be your wife
A KISS- To a teen daughter I've been there and
I understand
A KISS-To your mother thanks for understanding me
A KISS-To a father I'll always be your littlr girl
A KISS -To a sister I'm glad god made you my sister
A KISS-To a friend I'm glad your here to hear my
secrets and dry my tears
A KISS-To a loved one who's passed I'll miss you
I'll always love you and good-bye
A KISS-To my pet after a hard day I love
coming home to your wet kisses
A KISS-To myself I'm glad I'm here to love all
of you who are in my life

GAYLE ANNE GOFF
FEB,2009

poem by Gayle Anne Goff
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Dear Soldier

Dear soldier,
My dreams for you. My dream for you is to one day be able to sleep and not worry about a thing, My dream for you is to dream some beautiful dreams Dear soldier My dream for you is to feel and see life as it was before. My dream for you is to look at a flower and see its beauty as once before. Dear soldier your wife; look at her and know she feels your pain your wife is the most beautiful flower u will see so… Dear soldier please dream a beautiful dream for I hope you because complet again, you may not see the hero I see you may deny the hero deep within thee but the solder that stands before me has Honor courage, lots of pain but one day I hope your pain withers away. The soldier that stands with Tones of pride is a father of five awesome beautiful kids this solder is idealized by all five kids. Each kid has love for this soldier but not just as a solder but as a daddy a daddy that they see so brave so tall they see daddy as there king. So soldier my dream not a command my wish is for you to feel like you again.

poem by Kasarah Fichter
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Faces of war

I've been in war twice, and it is not pretty or nice
men and women put the uniforme on and it symoblizes strength
carrying all your gear and weapon not knowing when to pull the trigger
you're fighting with son or daughter of parents they love dearly
keep yourself and your follow soldiers alive and you must fight fiercely
blood will shed and bodies all laying every-where dead
at war noone wins, for God says thu shall not kill
countries send soldier to defend, and whatever the cost and at will
the pain and sorrow that brings to so many, the leaders have no clue
you are a number and expendable, soldier stick togother like glue
soldiers return with missing limb and undetected serious illness
soldier puts his/her life on the line at time kills, we need no forgiveness
at what cost, as we all know freedom is not free
we must do whatever it take, so we can be a free country
give thanks to a person in uniform, cause we're fighting for you
don't take anything lightly, a soldier does what a soldier need to do

poem by Michael Neguse
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Soldier's Letter

Dear Ma,
It's been two years and i am still up here in
front.
My buddies say that it'll be over soon but now I just don't know if I agree or not. It's not the sam at christmas without you and your stuffing.
At night I stand at my post and look at the sky, and wonder if we're still under te same stars. do you really think such aweful tings will ever fade?
I saw my friend get sot today.
Does that make my black with sin?
I heard my daughter was born today.
Does she have my smile? Does she laugh like my father?
I heard he died today, my father.
Does he know I love him, more than ever? Does he know I follow in his footsteps with pride?
I am gonna go now mama.
Can you see my face in your dreams? Can you hear my tired voice?
I am gonna go meet god now.
Do I look ok in my new blood red tux? Do you think he will invite me in? Do you think he still loves me after all i have seen?
I love you mama.
Will you kiss my sisters head for me? Will you give my wife a shoulder to cry on? Will you hold my daughter as you once held me?
It's been two years now, and I'm finally leaving the front.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Soldier's Daughter

It's the way he looks at you
That says to me
This isn't over
From the outside looking in
You see there's nothing sacred here
Nothing sacred
You can bend
But you can't break

For the reasons out of our control
You try to make it roll
Like a dice away
But you say that you're all empowered here
This is obviously not clear enough
To me
You can bend
But you can't break

Hey little girl keep dancing
Hey little girl keep dancing alone
'Cause there's not enough time in your day
To keep you here

The soldier's daughter
Did your daddy
Did your daddy hurt you
Did he make you feel bad
Did he poison your views
With the water he was raised on
Oh your father's son says hang on
Hang on

Hey little girl
Keep dancing
Hey little girl
Keep dancing alone
'Cause there's not enough time in your life
To stay here
So over the hills he'd climb
Just to see her there in time
Just to watch the sun shine through her dress

The sweet soldier's daughter
The sweet soldier's daughter

song performed by by Tonic from Lemon Parade
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I'm Always Here!

I’m here my daughter
Just open your heart
Look through your tears
And through the dark

I haven’t once left you
And never will I go
My loyalty is to you
I do hope you know

I see your heartbreak
I feel your pain
Look to me
Just call my name

I long for your hand
To guide you in the dark
Reach out my daughter
And open your heart

All will fail you
For none is as I
I am the closest
A friend that died

I gave the ultimate price
For you my friend
So with the minor
I so can tend

There is none to great
That can stand in my way
My daughter for you
I so graciously wait

Just lay at my feet
All these burdens you bare
For there’s none like I
Who will always be there?

I’m always here
Can you feel my touch?
I’m the beat in your heart
That loves you so much!

poem by Lagaya Evans
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