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.

MOTHERS OF SONS (For Michael)

©Copyright 1997 by Christina

MOTHERS OF SONS
(For Michael)