Our Warrior Son
This Memorial Day, we remember you.
Not as a soldier who fought a battle
read about between the pages of our history book,
not as a soldier who fought for his country,
for values and a way of life worth preserving.
We remember you,
as a soldier on the battlefield of life,
valiantly struggling through your own personal war,
a war none of us were aware of,
and all of us would have taken up arms for your cause.
We would have rallied, given muskets of courage,
canons of patience, barrels of understanding,
rifles loaded with love and compassion.
But you didn’t let us know we needed to come to your
aid, we didn’t know you were on the battlefield all alone.
The dragons of despair, the monsters of melancholy,
the shadows of stress and the presence of pressures,
we would have slayed them, we could have lessened
their ability to lead you astray from a life full of hope, promise and love.
But now we remember you, this Memorial Day,
for you valiantly fought a battle
only this family is vaguely aware of.
You were our little warrior, our happy,
carefree, confident companion.
We wish we could have helped you.
But this was just one battle
you had to selfishly fight by yourself.
And you’ve helped us to be aware
that we are all here for each other,
through life’s joyous occasions
as well as the tragic events.
We treasure our memories of you
and of our times together.
We remember you with love,
but most of all . . .
We love you and remember you always.