Ode To My Baby Blue Marine
His royal blue uniform is lovingly pressedAnd sits ready for him on his easy chair.While I stand by the vestibule, all heart-broken and depressed,I smile proudly as I straighten his uniform with tender-lovin'-care; It is hard to hide a broken-heartWhen you say goodbyeAnd watch him sadly depart;As you brush away a sad tear from your eye. He is stationed in South Korea, so very far away.Fighting a war that he did not startBut fighting with courage while giving his life awayFor love of a Country which resides with him forever in his heart; I in my rocking chair listen to the radio broadcast news from afarIn the distance I only hear the sound of guns and hand-granadesIs my sweetheart alright, I wonder?His memory fades...Oh, God! watch over him and the boys, I pray! A decade later...war has ceasedYet I still iron his royal blue uniform lovinglyWhile he comes down those stairs and puts me at ease..With a twinkle in his matching blue eyes of hisHe reassures me that all is wellAs he stares down from heaven and blows me a kiss! Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1999 Mary Gonzalez (c) 19991999, Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 12:32 PM PST, Mary Aris 0 • 8
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"His royal blue uniform is lovingly pressedAnd sits ready for him on his easy chair.While I stand by the vestibule, all heart-broken and depressed,I smile proudly as I straighten his uniform with tender-lovin'-care; It is hard to hide a broken-heartWhen you say goodbyeAnd watch him sadly depart;As you brush away a sad tear from your eye. He is stationed in South Korea, so very far away.Fighting a war that he did not startBut fighting with courage while giving his life awayFor love of a Country which resides with him forever in his heart; I in my rocking chair listen to the radio broadcast news from afarIn the distance I only hear the sound of guns and hand-granadesIs my sweetheart alright, I wonder?His memory fades...Oh, God! watch over him and the boys, I pray! A decade later...war has ceasedYet I still iron his royal blue uniform lovinglyWhile he comes down those stairs and puts me at ease..With a twinkle in his matching blue eyes of hisHe reassures me that all is wellAs he stares down from heaven and blows me a kiss! Mary Gonzalez © Copyright, 1999 Mary Gonzalez (c) 19991999,..."