Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas at the young father’s house.
His daughters were sleeping and so was his spouse.
He struggled to wrap the gifts he’d brought home.
He was late ‘cause he couldn’t go shopping alone.

A friend had helped with his trip to the store.
It really was hard to get out any more.
When finished, he slid the gifts under the tree.
The wrapping was flawed but he couldn’t see.

He imagined the ornaments, shiny and bright,
With twinkling bulbs, milti-colored and light.
He knew what they looked like, he’d seen them before.
But that had been prior to going to war.

The last Christmas he’d seen was in 2009.
At a base in Afghanistan where he’d been assigned.
There weren’t any presents, there wasn’t a tree.
He was out on patrol with the Army you see.

What he didn’t know then was in just a few days
He’d be hurt and lose friends as a fierce battle raged.
He’d wake up in a hospital back in the States.
Sightless and wondering what future awaits.

His body would heal, he’d learn how to live.
But he knew he had so much more he could give.
Committing himself and despite all his fear,
He’s continued his planned military career.

In the midst of his journey he met a nice girl.
Decided to give being married a whirl.
And now he’s a daddy with girls of his own.
Providing support and a comfortable home.

He works now with others, wounded like he.
Helping them cope with the wounds you can’t see.
Encouraging, mentoring, lending a hand.
Sharing his message wherever he can.

And back now to Christmas where this tale did start.
See the young father with love in his heart.
Although he was blinded, his vision’s still clear.
He’ll make a good Christmas and Happy New Year!

Jim