My son is a soldier
I can reveal this with pride
the fear is hidden just below
the surface, I confide
He's a real Canadian hero
Who believes in democracy
yet there is an inner whisper
that wants him here with me
I am honored to be his mother
I brag of him through the day
but I can't help but wonder
how he's doing far away?
I wear a yellow support ribbon
Upon my collar every day
with the phone at my bedside, I bow my head,
for the soldier, my son, I pray.
I love you.
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