That's My Little Boy in the Soldier's Suit

As dad walks in his room,

The little boy stands up straight.

The clunky green hat,

Covers half of his face.

His daddy picks him up,

And sits him on the bed.

As he removes the dusty cap,

Daddy softly says,

"That's my little boy in the soldier's suit."

Fast forward almost eleven years,

And to the twelfth grade.

He's in the recruiting office,

Signing his name on the page.

Boot camp shortly after,

In two months it would end.

Then graduation arrives,

With his family and friends.

They all act so happy,

Holding in their cries.

But daddy looks with worry,

And says as tears fill his eyes,

"That's my little boy in the soldier's suit."

A few long months later,

His family gets a call.

Daddy's little boy,

Has sacrificed it all.

The funeral rolls around,

Tears and sadness fill the air.

The flag is folded so gently,

With such tenderness, and care.

One of many tears,

Stream down daddy's cheek.

As he says these painful words,

No one else speaks.

"That's my little boy in the soldier's suit."

- Miss V.