Wildflower dreams
Wildflowers dreams.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Old friends face had come to me lately. His baby girl is getting marry. It is sad poem. War take the best from us.
(For Staff Sargent Donald Neal Davis. Killed in Iraq in August of 2004.)
I had been having dreams.
I was sitting with my good friend. His gravestone had flowers from his daughter Megan.
I’m drinking his Miller beer and I told him. His daughter is getting marry.
My friend would like the private graveyard for soldiers.
Small towns take care of their hero’s lost to war.
There are wildflowers in the distance.
He would like this place.
The wildflowers are growing wild and free.
My good friend was a country boy who loved to hunt and his two beautiful girls.
Soldiers must go to war. Some soldiers don’t come home.
I can hear my good friend voice in my dream.
He told me. ” Please tell my wife, she is so beautiful and I love her.
Tell my children they are beautiful and I’m proud of them.
Tell them their father first and last love was my two angels.
Please meet my family and show them I didn’t walk alone. I had friends.
Please tell my children I’m watching them from heaven.
My baby girls Stephanie is getting marry soon. Please tell her.
Her daddy is proud of her.
Tell sweet Megan her children are beautiful.
New life create new hope. Their Grandpa is watching them from heaven.
I’m proud of you. You have become a good mother.
I’m sitting with the wildflowers.
Drinking my friend favorite beer. He would of been the best Grandpa.
He would of told me. You are going to be alright Johnnie.
“Please remember me, my old friend. Tell my children often.
The two girls were the joy of my life.
The dreams make me wish to hear my good friend laughter. Drink beer
with watch WWF with him. He would tell me. “You must live for me. Remind my kids.
Their father loved them with all his heart.”
A beautiful expression to harsh life. Hope time heals everything, best wishes.
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You are right. Time and distance lesson the pain. Thank you reading and the comment.
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This was beautiful……and it really made me want to cry in the end………
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It messed me up for three years. Losing friends to war. I had to visit families/graves and today. I keep in contact with the kids. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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I am sorry for all the loss you see and suffer. Can’t even imagine being in that situation. And it’s really great of you to stay in touch with the kids and do your bit to make them feel a little better..
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The daughter Stephanie response with a positive answer. I fear bringing back back memories. But I also feel the kids need to know. Their father loved them. Thank you for responding.
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Beautiful, sad and haunting. A special friend and a wonderful memorial of his life and knowing he is watching over his family. Thank you.
Susan x
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Death is hard. Even harder when the young people go before they should. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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This is nice. What a tribute!
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We can’t forget the good people we have known. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Thank you for getting through the blind side of the truth of war. You are doing a wonderful, heartfelt job…..
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We will have few real friends in a life. Soldiers become families.Always hard to lose one of the family. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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So beautiful and yet so sad
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Thank you for reading and the comment. We can’t forget the Soldiers and the families left behind.
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Reblogged this on Maiden on the Midway and commented:
Another beautiful tribute. This time, a friend…
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Thank you for sharing this, it’s beautiful.
I was thinking, what else to say and I pictured that young Soldier in Vietnam looking back at the camera–he’d written on his helmet:
War is hell.
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The Vietnam Vet told the truth, No-one win in war. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Nobody ever wins…
You’re welcome.
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This made me tear up…so beautiful and yet sad. Very sweet of you.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. Took me time to get to the point to write about friends lost to war. Better to forget the bad things, Some memories cannot be forgotten.
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This is beautiful, John… soldiers should always have a special place in all our dreams… thank you for writing such a wonderful reminder of this.
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His daughter is getting marry. I send the poem to her. I hope I don’t make her sad. Thank you for reading and the comment my friend.
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