My Son is Gone A Poem

My Son is Gone

“Tim,” my wife said, “There’s a Marine officer here,

My heart stopped, my life forever changed.

“Sir, I must talk with you,” the officer said.

I knew he was already gone.

My heart stopped, my life forever changed.

Marines don’t come to your house every day.

I knew he was already gone.

Drove home, pounding on the steering wheel.

Marines don’t come to your house every day.

When they do come, it means just one thing.

Drove home, pounding on the steering wheel.

And there is nothing that you can say.

                                                                    

When they do come, it means just one thing.

 My fine, young son had been killed.

And there is nothing that you can say.

Then he leaves you alone with your heart.

My fine young son had been killed.

Our hearts burst with sadness that day.

Then leaves you alone with your heart.

And now I must tell his mother.

Our hearts burst with sadness that day.

The weight of the loss not fully known.

And now I must tell his mother.

“Sir, I must talk with you,” the officer said.