My Little Soldier Boy
There goes my little soldier boy
Marching outside to play
With plastic toy weapons in his hands
He steals my heart away
He’s got to go to war, he says
To fight the enemy
I watch him as he plays his game
Camouflaged behind a tree
There goes my little soldier boy
To school – it’s his first day
I cry as I watch the school bus leave
They’ve taken my baby away
The years slip by us so swiftly
Children grow up so fast
They put aside their little toy guns
And become graduates at last
Now there goes my grown-up son
A little boy no more
With soldier’s weapons in his hands
Headed for a distant shore
He’s got to go to war, he says
To fight the enemy
I cry as I watch him board the plane
He steals my heart away
There goes my little soldier boy
Marching outside to play
With plastic toy weapons in his hands
He steals my heart away
He’s got to go to war, he says
To fight the enemy
I watch him as he plays his game
Camouflaged behind a tree
There goes my little soldier boy
To school – it’s his first day
I cry as I watch the school bus leave
They’ve taken my baby away
The years slip by us so swiftly
Children grow up so fast
They put aside their little toy guns
And become graduates at last
Now there goes my grown-
With soldier’s weapons in his hands
Headed for a distant shore
He’s got to go to war, he says
To fight the enemy
I cry as I watch him board the plane
He steals my heart away
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This poem was featured on pathetic.org as Poem of the Day on December 21, 2005. I was inspired to write it while looking at a photograph of my son, Justin, taken when he was a little boy. He was playing “soldier,” wearing a “Special Forces” beret, and peeking out from behind a potted palm tree in our living room. Today, Justin is a Specialist with the 1st Calvary Division at Fort Hood, Texas.
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