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
Copyright © Sherry Hale | Year Posted 2015
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