Thursday, November 09, 2006

My Son Is A Soldier

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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