The Silent Soldier
The Silent Soldier
I wear no uniform, no blues or greens.
But I am in the military, in the ranks rarely seen.
I have no rank upon my shoulder.
Salutes I do not give.
But in the military world is where I live.
I am not in the chain of command, orders I do not get.
But my son is the one who does, this I cannot forget.
I am not the one who fires a weapon, who puts his life on the line.
But my job is just as tough, I am the one left behind.
My son is a patriot, brave pride filled man.
And the call to serve his country not all can understand.
Behind the lines, I see things needed to keep this country free.
My son make the sacrifices, but so does the rest of his family and me.
I love the man I call my son.
Soldiering is his life.
But I stand among the silent ranks known as…………..
THE MILITARY MOM
I wear no uniform, no blues or greens.
But I am in the military, in the ranks rarely seen.
I have no rank upon my shoulder.
Salutes I do not give.
But in the military world is where I live.
I am not in the chain of command, orders I do not get.
But my son is the one who does, this I cannot forget.
I am not the one who fires a weapon, who puts his life on the line.
But my job is just as tough, I am the one left behind.
My son is a patriot, brave pride filled man.
And the call to serve his country not all can understand.
Behind the lines, I see things needed to keep this country free.
My son make the sacrifices, but so does the rest of his family and me.
I love the man I call my son.
Soldiering is his life.
But I stand among the silent ranks known as…………..
THE MILITARY MOM
Labels: Poems

0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home