Thank you, John
To John
I can’t sit still, my feet are pacing.
It’s hard to breathe, my heart is racing.
The cause I know is not nearby;
But to his side I soon will fly.
The subject of this poem, you see
Is the child who is the best of me.
Upon his heart, his soul, his mind
Are imprints that I’ve left behind.
This son of mine has earned the right
To become a star, twinkling bright.
I look up in the sky and see
My son is smiling back at me.
The Air Force is his home for now
And I will understand some how;
That he belongs to something new
Where he can see his dreams come true.
So, Air Force, send him home to me
A stronger man for all to see.
And let him know that we believe
That he became what he perceived…
A man who has a heart of grace
To make the world a better place.
A place of love and peace and joy
A world that no one can destroy.
Thank you, John.
By Kit White 4/29/10