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“Mommy, I miss you when I'm not here.”
 “Oh I miss you too Hun, You have no idea
But don't you be sad while we are apart
We’re always together, home is in the heart.

When we're not together look up at the sky
The moon you see there Is the same one as I.”

“Mommy it is ? How do you know?”
“We share the same sky, Sweet,  where ever you go. 
There's only one moon in that sky up above
 when you miss me look up, Its filled with my love.”

That child now is grown, 
A young man tall and strong
I hope I did well, maybe a thing or two wrong. 

Tonight's the last night I will still have a boy
For tomorrow he flies.
My pride and joy.

Talking and laughing
Precious time we did share.
Just being together, so glad I was there.

The time flew  too quickly
Just it wasn’t enough.
The moment closed in, 
It was going to be tough.

“Mom, I have to report now.”
“Yes son,I know. 
I’ll miss you so much.”
So hard to let go.

A hug like no other, both held on for so long.
So much pride in my son, now its  time to be strong.
Staying true to his choices and knowing they’re right.
Tomorrow’s the day, a new chapter, new life.

The morning did come as it does everyday
But this one is different, he’s leaving  today.
We hugged long and hard, not a single dry eye.
He was called to the plane, the hardest good bye.

I turned one last time and I gave him a smile
Didn’t know when I’d see him,  would be quite awhile.
Made my way through the airport with tears flowing free
Felt both sadness and pride inside of me.

Weeks passed, not a word
How tough that was. 
Wondering, worrying, that’s what a mom does.
I knew in my heart that he was alright, 
and that moon helped me through many a night.

Then today came a letter, the very first one. 
Couldn't wait to read it,
Hear all the things he had done. 

Said he had his head shaved
Got his boots, uniform, a gun
Push ups and running
He was tired, sore when each day was done. 

He's proud though and happy, good with his choice. 
Miss him so much-
His smile and his voice. 

At the end of that letter
Hard to read through my tears-
PS “I looked at the moon”
He remembered, all these years.
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