Just Three Pounds
She weighed in at three pounds,
Born too early in a world so harsh.
Thrust into a land ravaged by years of war.
Love was the key that opened the door
To the heart of the leatherneck, the proud, the Marine
Your tough facade dissolved with her tiny smile
Your hands were so big and she was so small
You would fuss over who would take the night watch
To be the one to feed her, and listen for her tiny baby call
I watched you, American son sent to war.
You were a lean mean fighting machine,
That carried the weight of the world on your young shoulders.
I caught a glimpse of your soul and an oversized heart
That melted at just three pounds
Dedicated to the men of the 3rd Marine Battalion I Corps RVN 68’
Judy Crausbay Army Nurse Vietnam 68-69