Military Mom

I am a military mom with each new sunrise I awake to the sounds of whispers fiercely traveling to my mind, prayers for our soldiers captured upon wings up on high.

As I stretch, the morning sun greets me, a new day is born.
My dress of virtue, honor and strength is worn, and hopes for a better world for tomorrow is what I whole heartedly grasp on to.

I walk through waters of tears embraced by the colors red, white and blue.

Once my precious son cradled and sheltered in my womb, now his voice travels to my heart overseas “mom don’t worry, you can sleep at night, I will protect you and our country”

My son dressed in camouflage walks his first steps on treacherous enemy grounds.
United he stands with a new family of brothers together as one defending our country from the human vipers lurking within.

They will tread on blood bath waters a struggle to fight their tears from falling from their eyes as they carry one of there own through the sandy storms with blood stained hands.

I’m a military mom standing proud; my dress of virtue, honor and strength is worn; each day a new day is born.

Tears fall upon my feet, my pain captured upon wings up on high.

An illuminating vision from above the heavens is captured of moms bowed down in a sea of tears, our hearts entwined though miles apart, and we are one.

Please bring our children home safe so we can cradle them in our arms once again.

Tropicalangel