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I wear no uniforms, no blues or army greens.
But I am in the military in the ranks rarely seen.
I have no rank upon my shoulders, Salutes I do not give.
But the military world is the place where I live.

I'm not in the chain of command, orders I do not get.
But my Child is the one who does, this I cannot forget.
I'm not the one who fires the weapon, who puts my life on the line.
But my job is just as tough. I'm the one that's left behind.

My child is a patriot, a brave and prideful one
And the call to serve their country not all can understand.
Behind the lines I see the things needed to keep this country free.
My child makes the sacrifice, but so do others kids and me.

I love the child I bore
Soldering is their war
But I stand among the silent others
Known as a Military Mother.

Because of You

BECAUSE OF YOU

You put it on the line for us
We won't forget, you are A-Plus

This country stands because of you
Your service seals red, white, and blue

No better troops embrace this earth
Thank God for you, our greatest worth

We pray for you both night and day
God be with you along your way

You wear your uniform with pride
And use your skills, so well applied

The rank you hold does mean one thing
You're a GI and you are first-string

Be well assured we back you strong
How proud we say 'that you belong'

Without your will - to walk the walk
We'd have no right - to talk the talk

©Copyright 2003 by Roger J. Robicheau

  My Soldier's Mom

 
  My child, you glow in uniform
  In pride I live, my heart so warm

  I have such precious thoughts cascade
  Some old, some new, not one will fade

  How hard that day we said good-bye
  The joy, the pain, etched in my eye

  You left to serve our country well
  My perfect one, my tears did swell

  No better soldier could there be
  For in my love, that's all I see

  Oh how I pray for you each day
  Be safe, be well, God guide your way

  I keep your home in wait with me
  Your Mom will guard it faithfully

  How great the day when you'll return
  We'll talk and talk, night-lights to burn

  My Soldier's Mom, is who I am
  While you do proud, for Uncle Sam

 
  Roger J. Robicheau