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Permalink Reply by Del El Bor on July 3, 2009 at 1:57pm

Love reading the poems here. I never get to see my two sons off when they left and didn't get to attend their PIRs. Now they're in A school and I won't be able to attend their pinning ceremony. I have learned from reading a lot of the mom's posts in this website on their laments...so I wrote this poem.


LAMENTATIONS

Sailor! Salor!
Where can you be?
Are you in land or out to sea?
Or the deep ocean, as deep as can be
How will I know, How will I find?
How are you now, I just want to know
When can I see you, When can I hear you?
Your voice gives me comfort and makes me go through
Another day, weeks, months and hope not years
When can I see you or hear you, I fear
The longer I wait, the more anxious I get
My worries has grown, as days come and gone
So please, give me answers on your whereabouts
One more sleepless night and I'll scream and shout!


Akili, your NavyBaby's smile made my day! She's precious!

Permalink Reply by Lisa in Michigan on September 21, 2009 at 6:14pm

Good one Akili, keep them coming.

Permalink Reply by Marty Mc on September 21, 2009 at 11:34am

IF Rudyard Kipling had a Navy Mom praying for him at RTC

If your child keeps their head when all your friends' kids are losing theirs,
If your child trusts themselves when others doubt,
If your child keeps the bathroom cleaner than you do,
If you can wait for a letter and not be tired by waiting,
If your child can force every nerve and sinew to serve their watch,
You can talk with those who do not share your love of the Navy and keep your Sailor's honor untarnished.
Because you can fill the unforgiving minutes, hours, and days of boot camp with prayers for a distance begun as a recruit that launches a life journey as a Sailor.


* Blog Posted by Marty Mc on September 20, 2009 at 3:09pm

I love the poem "IF" by Rudyard Kipling. This is a quick attempt at putting it in a RTC light. My son is on the final stretch and my heart is full!

Permalink Reply by Lisa in Michigan on September 21, 2009 at 6:17pm

Great job Mary Mc, I really love this one. Enjoy that clean bathroom!

Permalink Reply by Marty Mc on September 22, 2009 at 1:34pm

I assume he can clean better than I. I look forward to having the opportunity to test.

Permalink Reply by Del El Bor on October 28, 2009 at 3:34pm

Hi, My son is in the warzone and the news is killing me so I made this poem.


TERRIBLE NEWS

News! News!
Terrible news!
Why can't you be in the sole of my shoes?
I don't wanna read you
I don't wanna hear you
I don't wanna see you wherever I go

So, News! News!
Please stay in my shoes
So I can step on you
And stomp on you
Cause I don't wanna know
You, Terrible News!


Just venting out guys.

Permalink Reply by Eaglemom on October 30, 2009 at 5:10am

My heart goes out to you Del. It is difficult enough for me to send my son off to half way 'round the world without having him in imminent danger. And i am so tired of the sensationalism of the news in reporting the news. They tell us about things we don't need to know and don't tell us the things we DO need to know, and use our sons and daughters as bait to get people to watch their show just to increase their ratings.
i will keep you and your son in my prayers. Will you share his name with us?
i whine about missing my son . . . i guess this really puts my puny little problems in perspective.
Bless You, Sweetheart.
Eaglemom

Permalink Reply by Del El Bor on November 7, 2009 at 4:52pm

Thank you Eagle Mom. Yesterday my son called and surprised me. He's home with his squadron safe and sound. I made a poem praising God. My son is Mac.

GOOD GREAT GOD

God is Good!
God is Great!
God blessed the weary and the weak
In the warzone where hope is bleak
We send our troops for peace we seek
Where enemies surround north, south, east, west
Lives were spent and tears were shed
In a war seems not to end
Elusive peace, far down the bend.

God is Good!
God is Great!
God blessed the weary and the meek
In the warzone where men lay dead
We send more troops where you fear to tread
Where fallen soldiers are heroes indeed
While you and I cry on our beds
And whisper a prayer for the troops left
"Lord protect them and bring them home safe"

God is Good!
God is Great!
God blessed us all who believe
In His great power and love that's forever
Can move mountains if you're a believer
He listens and answers all of my prayers
To keep my sailor safe and his squadron of soldiers
Now they are home, I praise God with joy



"Thank you Great, Good God, bless those who deploy"

Permalink Reply by Lisa in Michigan on March 16, 2011 at 5:03pm

My Daughter My Sailor

 

From little pink dresses

And purple pinafores 

To sailor dress blues

And sailing distant shores

Other people see a sailor

Protecting us from harm

But I see my baby daughter

As I held you in my arms

A tear falls down my cheek

As I think of you each day

But I am so proud of you

And I pray you are okay

I can’t help thinking

How much you’ve grown

Serving your country

So far from home

Stay safe my baby girl

Wear your uniform with pride

I’ll keep the home fires burning

Til you’re back here by my side

Permalink Reply by Jen - Ship10mom(Div340) on May 23, 2011 at 2:48pm

Lisa, my Sailor is my son, not my daughter - I cannot imagine...    Very nice poetry, stay strong and proud! 

Permalink Reply by Lisa in Michigan on May 23, 2011 at 4:31pm

Hello Jen, my sailor is my son also but I had a request for a daughter/sailor poem and came up with that one.

 

Permalink Reply by RomisproudmomPIR4/27ship07div129 on March 22, 2012 at 5:59pm

Three weeks have gone by

Since we told you goodbye

I hugged you so tight I didn’t want to let go

For the next time I would see you, it would be in Chicago

These eighteen years flew by

Right before my eyes

From crawling up and down the stairs in our Beaumont town home

You went to running Track and Cross Country and making choices of your own

From carrying your pillow everywhere with you

You went to driving Rhonda and pulling a trailer too

You started your own landscaping business at the age of sixteen

For Jersey Shore you traded Lion King

You went from a shy little boy that sat on mommas lap

To visiting new places on the United States Map

In a few short weeks is Boot Camp Graduation Day

We are so anxious and excited for this is such an important day

You will march in a sailor and leave the little boy behind

This is the beginning of your new military life

You will have many adventures to write home about

You will be very successful I don’t have any doubt

I want you to know how proud we are of you

Though you traded in your pillow for a camo suit in blue

You will always be my little boy

When the day comes that I see you marching in on Graduation Day

Tears again I may cry

They will not be of sadness but of great pride and joy

Because of the Sailor my little boy has become

For now I am truly a proud Navy mom 

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