I'm
sorry, Son, it isn't fair to meet you in this way;
I hope
you know I love you and we'll meet again someday.
I
thought about you often as I fought on the streets of war;
I
wondered if we'd ever meet, if I would see you born.
Please
take care of your mother for in the days ahead;
She'll
need you more than ever so be there in my stead.
You
won't understand her tears for many years to come.
Just
know I love you and I'm proud that you're my son.
Try to
understand when Grandma holds you extra close;
And
tell Grandpa I was proud of him the most.
Go now
to the future and from above I'll stand my guard;
Tell
mama that I love her and I'm sorry that it's hard.
Daddy,
I will miss you and I hate to see you go;
I'm
already missing the good times we'll never know.
I know
we haven't had a chance to be father and son.
But
Daddy I'm so proud of you and when this life is done.
We'll
sit and talk together and look on the films of life;
Taking
long walks; having long talks, having the gift of time.
I
promise to do my best to comfort Mommy's pain;
I'll
have your hair and your eyes and your dimpled chin.
I'll
give Grandma an extra hug and remind her of a smaller you;
And
when I'm a little bigger Grandpa will take me fishing, too.
I'm
going to miss you, Daddy, but I promise to be strong;
I'll
take care of Mama, Grandma and Grandpa.
