Coming Home
Author: Marty Henry


Fighting for freedom a word we well know,
over the oceans a place unknown.
With the tears in our eyes, our children asking why?
MOMMY DADDY please don't go.
Reporters risking their lives to give us the daily news,
their not only fighting for me and you.
GOD bless this land of the FREE,
praying for our children over seas.
Fighting going on with guns and bombs.
Like the thunder and lighting in the skies.
Little children asking DADDY why?
Letters for our soldiers on the other side of the world.
In the words we write,our red white and blue,
united we are so proud of you.
The smell of cookies and home made bread,
a few more pictures to hold.
Showing you love and a taste of home.
As your footprints are made in those unknown sands,
taking out the evil in a man.
Mommy's Daddy's and children of our own,giving their lives.
GOD has called them HOME.
There will be a day we will see them again,
our true and proud AMERICANS.
Hearing our children wishing upon those falling stars.
The smoke will clear as we wipe our tears.
Echoes of that word we well know.
Our childern FREE to come on home.
With the tears in our eyes, children making cries.
My MOMMY and DADDY, are coming home.
Praying for our children over seas


Comments on this poem/writing:

kim & sue ( -- Friday, November 14 2003, 09:25 pm

beautiful words

Hi marty.
My friends and I have been reading your poems they are so beautiful, you have a great talent.

keep it up
Cin Plott ( -- Tuesday, July 17 2007, 09:47 pm

This is so beautiful!!

I had to read this, for my son is coming home in seven days from Iraq, I feel blessed he is coming home safe, un-like so many others that are not..Thankyou!
Tricia ( -- Tuesday, July 17 2007, 10:43 pm

WONDERFUL and very beautiful

i love this poem as a military wife and daughter this touches me so much. Great job keep up the great work.
marty henry ( -- Friday, November 2 2007, 09:54 am

comments on coming home

A special thanks to Tricia & CinPlott, I'm sorry it's taken so long to respond to your comments. Our daughter is back in Iraq for her second round, she is doing ok we talk with her almost every day but we all know it's not the same.
I have made this poem into a song, these words have shed alot of tears and faith that all of our troops will come home soon. THE SMOKE WILL CLEAR AS WE WIPE OUR TEARS.
God bless you all.
Marty Henry.
Name:                                           Remember Me

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