My Son, The Drummer Boy Poem by Jeff Fleischer

My Son, The Drummer Boy



My son, the drummer boy.
Barely thirteen, will march off
To this civil war.
I hope and pray
I will see him again on earth
Before I see him in heaven.
His father is dead.
His brothers are lost.
There will be no man of the house left.
His sisters and I fear for his life.
The enemy cares not if
They cause me another reason to grieve.
I told my son, the drummer boy,
That the most important thing of all
To remember is to keep your mother's
And sisters' love in your heart.

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Jeff Fleischer

Jeff Fleischer

Louisville, Kentucky
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