Soldier's Mother

Soldier's Mother Come sit weary mama How can we honor you best? Sing praises of him or her? And when all speeches over, Still you must continue with that longing Come grace us with your gaze upon these fields of flowers, yes red flowers We want you to see our fervent need to thank Giver of lives who would give theirs Common mothers do not comprehend How to raise the brave  How to show what real freedom is How a baby face with golden locks will crawl and giggle and look up with sparkling eyes as they suckle Life eternally precious and trusting And we the human race will never get it right or learn from our mistakes How must we learn to thrive and still keep trying with what is left The ultimate punishment will be paid for our naiveté  Our foolish mistakes We must keep trying or we will cease And the soldiers mother understands like no other how we long to keep our fences high And they will go on in their tottling bouncing curls  to devour freedom as though unending While the brave ones grow alongside their destinies unknown but hopeful just the same We thank you not just today but always Take my hand sweet soldier’s mama through the field of memories  when our little ones played in the sun, red cheeks burned bright  Rushing to your arms as they Loved to Live   and Lived to Love so deeply Thank You Brave mama  for we could never deem to repay you S. Hale