Last night my almost-nine-year-old, Eli, sent me this poem. He wrote it as a reflection of what he has been experiencing the last few months. I thought it was special that he did this on his own without prompting.
Unsung Heroes
By Eli Citlau
The policeman who goes down in a gunfight,
The firefighter who dies to save a child,
The doctor who gets sick treating others
or
The soldier who is killed protecting the country’s liberty.
Unsung Heroes
These are the people who pay the price protecting our country but the history books don’t write about them. They protect our life, rights and liberties but are called monsters for what a few do. Is that how we should treat these men and women?
Unsung Heroes
These heroes protect us when we are fragile,
From Brits,
Then Nazis,
Communists,
Terrorists, criminals and diseases.
We are truly the most ungrateful people if we call our heroes monsters.
Unsung Heroes
We won’t know how lucky we are until the heroes are gone.
Unsung Heroes
They deserve a hero’s song.
They are
Nameless,
Come from every race,
Men and women,
And are
Rich and poor.
They are the unsung heroes.
Awesome!