Military Mom
I am a military mom with each new sunrise I awake to the sounds of whispers
fiercely traveling to my mind, prayers for our soldiers captured upon wings up on
high.
As I stretch, the morning sun greets me, a new day is born.
My dress of virtue, honor and strength is worn, and hopes for a better world for
tomorrow is what I whole heartedly grasp on to.
I walk through waters of tears embraced by the colors red, white and blue.
Once my precious son cradled and sheltered in my womb, now his voice travels
to my heart overseas “mom don’t worry, you can sleep at night, I will protect you
and our country”
My son dressed in camouflage walks his first steps on treacherous enemy
grounds.
United he stands with a new family of brothers together as one defending our
country from the human vipers lurking within.
They will tread on blood bath waters a struggle to fight their tears from falling
from there eyes as they carry one of their own through the sandy storms with
blood stained hands.
I’m a military mom standing proud; my dress of virtue, honor and strength is
worn; each day a new day is born.
Tears fall upon my feet, my pain captured upon wings up on high.
An illuminating vision from above the heavens is captured of moms bowed down
in a sea of tears, our hearts entwined though miles apart,we are one.
Please bring our children home save so we can embrace them in our arms once
again.
Copyright © Carmen Walinski | Year Posted 2006
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