miltary poem

My Mom is Soldier

My mother is Soldier,

When I was young boy

She always told me

I glow in uniform

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

My mom

Left to serve our Country well

But I want to ask you

Who serve me

My perfect one, my tears did swell

I keep your Home in wait with me and father

You daughter will guard it faithfully

You daughter will pray every night

You daughter will told her friends

My mom is Soldier with proud smile

No one can see my tear while I pray for you each day

How great the day when you’ll return

We’ll talk and talk, night-lights to burn

My mom is Soldier

I am great Soldier’s daughter

The last that ever she saw him

Carried away by a moonlight shadow

He passed on worried and warning

Carried away by a moonlight shadow.

Lost in a river last Saturday night

Far away on the other side.

He was caught in the middle of a desperate fight

And she couldn’t find how to push through

The trees that whisper in the evening

Carried away by a moonlight shadow

Sing a song of sorrow and grieving

Carried away by a moonlight shadow

All she saw was a silhouette of a gun

Far away on the other side.

He was shot six times by a man on the run

And she couldn’t find how to push through

I stay

I pray

I see you in heaven far away

I stay

I pray

I see you in heaven far away

Four am in the morning

Carried away by a moonlight shadow

I watched your vision forming

Carried away by a moonlight shadow

Star was light in a silvery night

Far away on the other side

Will you come to talk to me this night

But she couldn’t find how to push through

I stay

I pray

I see you in heaven far away

I stay

I pray

I see you in heaven far away

Far away on the other side.

Caught in the middle of a hundred and five

The night was heavy but the air was alive

But she couldn’t find how to push through

Carried away by a moonlight shadow

Carried away by a moonlight shadow

Far away on the other side.

The Soldier

It is the soldier, not the reporter,

who has given us freedom of the press.

It is the soldier, not the poet,

who has given us freedom of speech.

It is the soldier, not the campus organizer,

who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.

It is the soldier, not the lawyer,

who has given us the right to a fair trial.

It is a soldier who salutes

the flag, who serves under the flag,

whose coffin is draped by the flag,

and who allows the protester to burn the flag.