Early Jade of Morning

by Frank Mattson

Poem


What I'd Like, What I Need

by Allen Burns

Poem


Imaginary Dragon

by Daniel Adjei

Poem


A Painting Still

by Dean Glorso

Poem


Having a Baby in the Navy: A Memoire

by Deborah Welch

Prose


The Voice

by John Muza

Prose


EDDY

By Edward Rowley, Army

Writing Type: Poem

This poem is for Eddy,
My grandson I may never see,
For he was pulled away,
At the tender age of three.
I don't know what stories,
That he has been told,
I think of him so often
For now I'm growing old.
His father has denied me
The warmth of his embrace,
Or know all of this love
That will vanish without a trace.
I may never hold him,
So he may never know,
Of all the love we carry
As he continues to grow.
His mother and her brothers
He may never see,
But I hope that his father
Will some day tell him of me.
So I do write this poem
To tell him he's adored,
For he may want to know
As I go to my last reward.
He may never fully understand
What happened on that day,
As he was taken from us
So there is nothing more to say.
We are still his grandparents
Who do love him with pride,
Even though we were never allowed
To stand close by his side.
I write this poem now,
While my eyes are growing dim--
He doesn't know this grandfather's love-But
this was written just for HIM.

What I'd Like, What I Need

by Allen Burns

Poem


Imaginary Dragon

by Daniel Adjei

Poem


Created Equal?

by Richard Wangard

Prose


Big Leon and John"Duke" Wayne

by Rodney Santos

Prose


Having a Baby in the Navy: A Memoire

by Deborah Welch

Prose


The Voice

by John Muza

Prose