The last three posts have been poem's my son Robert has written this past week and sent to me via e-mail. Through these poems, I am able to recognize his love for hunting, fishing, wilderness, the country, and the greatness of all God's creation. He is in the Air Force and being deployed to Kuwait on May 10-13th. He is currently getting his papers ready and being trained for different situations he might encounter while working in a different environment. We have discussed how he feels about serving over seas. At this time... he assures me that this is something that he has always wanted to do, that he is ready and he believes in serving his Country. Let me say, I am very proud of him! smile ~ sigh
His only worries are leaving his wife and loved ones behind. I have been reading his poems, knowing that he has been thinking about these special memories that have so much meaning to his inner being.
Rob has always been known to be an "old soul". He never saw things the way the rest of his classmates would see them. I remember finding the beginning of a poem or thought jotted down on pieces of paper laying here and there about the house or his room.... Yes, sometimes even half crumpled in the waste paper basket only for me to save and tuck away for safe-keeping.