On the day her son enlisted she became a soldier too.
It's a different kind of battle, one that she's not sure she can do.
The fears, the tears, the waiting, pride and joy when he comes home.
It's not an easy life, but it's what you do when you're a soldier's mom.
He still seems like her baby, and that will never change,
Although he's twenty-five now shooting rifles on the range.
Maybe he's a pilot, or a gunner, or a doc,
He's doing what she raised him to, with all the courage that he's got.
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| The day he was sworn in. |
On the day her son enlisted she became a soldier too.
It's a different kind of battle, one that she's not sure she can do.
The fears, the tears, the waiting, pride and joy when he comes home.
It's not an easy life, but it's what you do when you're a soldier's mom.
She doesn't read the papers. She doesn't watch the news.
She just wants to hear his voice, and listen for the clues,
That he is doing well, and has the time to sleep and eat,
How much longer he will be away, and how long till they can meet.
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| Skyping home! |
On the day her son enlisted she became a soldier too.
It's a different kind of battle, one that she's not sure she can do.
The fears, the tears, the waiting, pride and joy when he comes home.
It's not an easy life, but it's what you do when you're a soldier's mom.
She doesn't pray just daily, but every minute of every day,
Asking God to keep him safe and if He'd somehow make a way,
For him to come home back to her, and she finally understands,
How hard it was for God to send His Son, to a world that hated Him.
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| Home! |
On the day her son enlisted she became a soldier too.
It's a different kind of battle, one that she's not sure she can do.
The fears, the tears, the waiting, pride and joy when he comes home.
It's not an easy life, but it's what you do when you're a soldier's mom.
Other folks will never understand the things that she goes through,
Waiting for a phone call or a letter and a chance to say "I LOVE YOU".
Only a mom who's paced the floor,
And has a Blue Star Banner on her door,
Will ever understand the price you pay
When you're a solider's mom.
~Becky Shipp
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| Waiting to say goodbye at the airport! |
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