Valentines day approaches
In fact it’s almost here...

Our bond may not be of flesh and blood
But it is a bond of greater strength...

Every year a party goes
A couple hundred attend...

Thinking of our troops
Home so far away...

The summer's heat intensified
The tent filled beyond capacity...

The rumbling thunder shakes my body
While my soul remains still...

Under the old rustic archway I enter,
Beginning my walk on hallowed ground...

To a mother that lost her child
From a child that lost her mother...

From deep sleep I could not wake
I heard an all familiar voice...

The old broken tree swing
How many children soared...

I close my eyes and I see them.
The pictures I will someday take...

The cards are in the trash.
The love secured away...