A Poem From A Soldier To His Mother

I was going through some things at my mom’s house and came across something my father sent to his mother after enlisting. I thought a poem from a son to his mother during World War II might be interesting to more than just me.

There’s a lonely mother somewhere

And a lonely soldier too

He is many mile away from home

He’s thinking this night of you

He may not have been the best son

That a mother ever had

But though he wasn’t perfect

He wasn’t very bad

Like a million other mothers

To this country you gave a man

For we now have a war to win

And he’ll win it if he can

He appreciates his mother

Now, as he never did before

For he knows that he loves you

And will forever more.

Someday the war shall be over

And someday the fighting done

And the sons will return to their mothers

And the mothers to their sons.

Your Loving Son,

Walter

Creatures Of The Night (A Poem)

Every writer has a poem or two in his past. It’s funny how the theme in this is a theme I still deal with today. Tonight I offer you a poem, tomorrow, perhaps, I will tell you of the inspirations behind it.

Creatures Of The Night

Within the shadows of the world

Hide creatures of the night

They come alive when darkness falls

But always out of sight

In older days when darkness ruled

And real knowledge was rare

They were a cause, or so it’s said,

Of both hope and despair

They got their strange unworldly might

From those who would believe

Belief created fearsome power

Both above and beneath

As mankind and its knowledge grew

The shadows then receded

And under reason’s blinding light

The wise men grew conceited

The people came to disbelieve

In creatures of the night

For how could something never seen

Be wielders of such might

And so sickened, and disbelieved

And blinded by the light

They withered under desert sun

The creatures of the night

And all of those that still survived

Prepared for final flight

But there is nowhere left to run

No Shelter from the light

Disproved belief, no longer real

Crushed by reason’s iron heel

Creatures of the night

This Poem Is For YOU

I found this poem amidst the piles of papers I keep stashed about the house. I seem to remember writing an improved version of this but I can't find it. If I do, I'll share it. 

I believe in you

Yes, you.

I know who you are

Because I am you too.

I believe you can be what you desire to be

And that what you most desire is both noble and true.

I know this is real because I believe in me too.

We are all rays of the same sun

Tracing ourselves back to the only One.

Travel how we might, we can’t escape our source

Though shame and shyness and embarrassment

Seek to rob us of our innocence

Innocence cannot die while we yet live.

This is the big yes,

The answer with no reasons

For reasons need reason

And reason can only reflect, not be.

Whoever, wherever, you are

Please believe it’s true

Please believe in me,

That I believe in you.