Army Mom’s Safe Haven

Christina: Mothers of Sons

MOTHERS OF SONS
(For Michael)

My father served in World War II,
Grandfather, World War I -
Your father served in Viet Nam
And then I sent you, son -
Off to join the Army
And I was filled with pride -
But I also knew I'd miss you
And when you left I cried.

Well, you've been in the Army now
Ten long, eventful years
I'm filled with joy when you come home,
And when you leave, more tears.

You see, when you are "somewhere"
I feel that I'm there, too
In my heart I walk in front
To help you make it through -

I live for calls and letters
I wait for each of those -
And sometimes in the dark of night
I'd like to hold you close -

That's the sacrifice we make,
We mothers of the sons
Who march with head held high
And carry deadly guns -

For we remember little things
Like playing in the sand -
We remember walks in parks
When you would take our hand -

You are the boys we took such care of
The ones we rocked to sleep
Those are the memories we carry
And the ones we need to keep.

©Copyright 1997 by Christina