But Together We Will Carry On...
Watching you pack your
bags. I keep finding myself
asking why do you have
to go. Our baby boy sleeps
in the next room, as we talk
about how things are going
to be the next few months.
As I drive you to the base, I
keep looking at the car seat
that holds our son. Knowing
you will come home to us.
As time goes on, I find out
you coming home, to be
laid to rest. As I hold our
son, watching them lowering
you in the ground. I look at
our son, as tears fall down
my cheeks, and say, “Son,
mommy is gone, its just you
and me. Some day, you will
realize she died being a
hero. She will always be
with us. Son, mommy's
a memory we will always
remember and one we won't
let anyone forget. But together
we will carry on.
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