Last week I went home to KY to help my mother out.
Who had fallen and hurt her shoulder.
While there I rummaged around in some boxes of things.
That had been my grandmother's.
She was a Marine mom during WWII.
Her Marine did not come home.
He was one of the many killed at Tarawa in 1943.
She loved to write poetry.
I found this poem she had written in his honor.
I would like to share it with you all.
It is kind of long so I hope you don't mind.
Ann
Returning Soldier
By Erie Williams
Dear son, once more the roses are in bloom;
The rambler trellis is a massive sight.
To-day I've hung fresh curtains in your room;
Your bed is ready-made for you to-night.
Your voice, your footsteps how I long to hear,
And at the table see you in your place.
Here's many things for you- this hour
Our hearts are lifted to His throne of grace.
I thank the Lord for such a son as you-
A son that I am proud to call my own;
You've tread the path of duty fearlessly;
With God to guide who can one's fate bemoan?
War is so horrid, time of fear is long
In waiting your return across the sea;
And how the nights are dark,
when vigil keeps reminding sacrifices are liberty.
To make a better world, it takes the best;
The stars of broken homes confirm it's true
That some must fall- they never more return.
No peace without some righteous ones like you-
The spirit seems to say, you cannot come,
That you're with Him,
You're waiting now for me.
Oh Heavenly Father help me still to pray,
To see that sacrifices mean Victory.
This was dedicated to her son.
Varden A. Williams
Killed at Tarawa Nov. 20, 1943.
Ann it's not too long...it's about right!
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