My Soldier, Written for a writing assignment at Louisiana Tech, just as my son found out he was going to Iraq. Thank God, he made it back home a year later.

Seperation from family during time of war can be devastating to a young soldier who has never been this far away from home.  A soldier sits with his comrades during a break from combat, if there are any breaks from combat in Iraq.  My soldier sits with eyes closed, his letter brought up to his face as if experiencing and remembering the smell and touch of his wife at home.  No one else exists at this moment but the two of them, even though others are near by, feeling the same emotions.  This war has torn a family apart for at least a year, maybe forever, changing the lives of everyone connected to this young man.

My soldier sits alone, among his comrades soaking up memories from home, wishing he could see his family.  His thoughts of his wife and two kids are what keeps him going through endless nights of bombs going off and sniper fire flying past him.  The love that his letters bring is kept close to his heart at all times in the front pocket of his tee shirt.  He knows from her letters that although she is trying to be brave, life without him is taking its toll on  his young family back home.  As each morning breaks, he starts his day with a prayer and the determination to get through this hell and back home to those he loves.

My soldier has spent many sleepless nights fighting the enemy along with his fellow soldiers.  In war time there is no moment that can go unguarded.  Whhile he sleeps, others are keeping watch in case an unexpected attack occurs.  Mail time can come between ferocious fighting and getting a letter from home helps to take the sting out of seeing one of his comrades fall in battle.  The smell of the letter from his wife at a moment like this is like going home again, even if its just for a split second in his memory.

My son, Michael, has been activated to go to Iraq.  My soldier in this picture could be Michael.  Coming to terms with this seperation is very hard for all of us.  Last night, after the phone call from the guard, we all cried.  Not knowing the outcome of a situation is the hardest of all.  I hugged and kissed my son and told him that I loved him.  I'll never forget his words when he said, "I'll be home Mom."  We were all trying not to break down, but the tears came.  No one got much sleep that night.  Visions of life without our soldier were almost unbearable.  My soldier in the picture could be Michael, because the turmoil of seperation is the same for all those that are put to this test.

Mail call for a soldier is what he lives for while away at war.  Nothing else matters but staying alive and returning home to his family.  Little peices of paper, with a well recognized handwriting are like hearing words of comfort and encouragement whispered in his ear.  As my soldier sits with letter in hand he knows that his wife and children are waiting and praying that they will be together soon.

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Lone Lilly

My little Lilly growing all alone

How smooth your velvet petal

One day your shining in your glory

Next day your almost gone





I love to see your soft delight

Your sense of dewey love

There is a freshness that dawns for me

In morning's early light

TRIBUTES TO THOSE WHO SERVED IN VIETNAM AND THOSE THAT DIED

VARIOUS PICS FROM VARIOUS PLACES IN MAGNOLIA

When you were my little sister
Sometimes I didn’t like you much
You were a brat, and ratted on me
When I thought I knew it all

Even though you got spanked
It was a fun ride huh?
Golf carts required no license
So why should that Barracuda?

I always wondered if the keys would
Ever be found
I didn’t tell you then cause
Besides being a brat you tattled

But then we grew up and went separate ways
You grew into a lovely young woman
You were still my little sister
But not the brat I once thought you were

We’ve shared many moments together
Stumbled and fell, yet never failed
To be there for each other
Sisters are that way

My prayer for you this special day
Is to see life come full circle
To know your worth is measured
In the kindness you bestow

We share that special bond
Only sisters can attest
To understand, not judge, just love
No matter how we fail

So be happy, enjoy the rain when you
Hoped the sun would shine
Change only if you want to
Sometimes roses bloom in winter.

By Debbie Aycock Williams 2008

I love you,
Happy Birthday

copyright 2008

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The leaves are gone and bare branches solicit the heavens The warm days are spent, lingering blades of grass Glisten from the morning frost Seeking absolution from their iniquities. Ensuing eradication wounds the external covering And when they have relented at last The hope of resurrection rests in the seed That was scattered long ago. By Debbie Aycock Williams copyright 2009

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Kathryn how do I describe the overwhelming pride you bring to my heart?
When I think back to that rainy night you were born until this very day that is
Filled with sunshine and happiness, accomplishments and expectations of what tomorrow holds, I remember a precious first grandchild, What excitement ensued.

From the time you pushed the front door open and went head over heals down the steps and we spent half the morning in the emergency room. Of course you were fine and I was a wreck. The hours we spent reading and playing will always be memories I cherish like no others. Memories of birthday parties, a scared little girl going into the operating room, Christmas and Easters at Granddaddy ‘s and Mama Kitten’s, vicious bathtubs, special times of doing nothing but being together. There are memories here: Toys you played with, books you read, notes you wrote and pictures you drew; Saved in a box with your name on it and They are all here in my heart, the same heart that is filled with love and pride for you Kathryn, For all you stand for, the caring, loving, kind woman you have become. You are one of God’s gifts to me. I love you.


Nana
written 2009 for her graduation 2010 Now that she has read this

in her yearbook, I can post it on my blog! I love you Kat!







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SPECIAL THOUGHTS FROM OTHERS

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As I walk through my garden I touch the tiny leaves
Of my lonely rose bush

It stands all alone, by itself
No other nearby

The hibiscus grow profuselThey entertain each other with colors of purple and white

And mix together as the wind blows
Back and forth

But my little lonely rose bush
Has no other to share its quiet beauty

Only the bees occasionally fly by
And my fingertips when I feel the velvet petal

Someday soon, I shall plant another rosebush
So my lonely rose won't stand alone

And when I no longer walk through the garden
My little rose won't miss my loving touch.


By Debbie Aycock Williams

Copyright 2007


I'VE DISCOVERED I DIDN'T KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE KEITH WHITLEY

TO MY THREE GROWN CHILDREN AND THIRTEEN GRANDCHILDREN I ALWAYS WANTED YOU TO

BUT MY KIDS ARE GROWN AND MY GRANDCHILDREN ARE GROWING UP,BUT STILL I LOVE YOU ALL SO VERY MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!