Michelle Renee Kidwell
Coming from a military family dating back to the Revolutionary War on my Father’s side, I will always show appreciation to our men and women serving. The Image is a C.C.O Image from Pixabay, but the poem is mine.
Don’t Call Her Hero
Somewhere along the lines
It went from Barbie and Ken
To Combat boots and IED’s.
No longer Daddies Little Girl
Some called her a true
American hero
While others yelled insults
To harsh to utter.
She watched Comrades fall
On foreign ground
And shed her own blood
In hot Desert Sand.
She left a leg in Kabul
And a much deeper of
Herself too
But if you ask her
If she do it again
Without hesitation
She says yes I would.
But don’t call me hero,
I didn’t come back
In a flag draped coffin
While my family listened to Taps
At a funeral possession.
(C) Michelle Renee Kidwell
October.14.2017
2:11 A.M P.ST
tragic
Nice Once.
A well-written poem with heart.
Thank you!
war always spreads mourning and deep sadness everywhere, why do we still do it? For the truth? Ego or greed?
Great post, Michelle
In some cases all three Albert!
Maybe, but I do not seem to have ever known a truth won through war.
Sad and tragic.
It is, but the woman in the story Survived, that is the Hope in this poem!
This is so awesome!!
Thank you!
Nice