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My son carries a photo
of the day the towers fell
as he crouches near a bunker
in a sandy windblown hell.
He's over there doing
what he feels he needs to do
to protect our constitution,
to protect both me and you.

My daughter's been in the navy
since 9/11 voiced the call.
She remembers how she felt that day
when she saw the towers fall.
One day she sent an email
after standing on an Iraqi beach
wondering if the voices raised in protest
know she protects their right to speech.

I'm an American mom
and I sit here alone
worrying about my children
so far away from home.
I'm an American mom
and as proud as I can be
of my children out fighting
so we can all stay free.

I'm an American veteran,
I did my duty too
as did my Granddad and father
in World Wars One and Two.
I'm an American mom--
just a link in the chain
of moms that have prayed
or shared in our children's pain.

Along side of their coffins
I never want to stand
and have their country's flag
placed folded in my hand.
But if that day should arrive,
I'll stand there straight and true
proud of what's inside them
and why they did what they had to do.

I'll always remember
that blue September sky
turned black with smoke and hatred
when my friends and neighbors died.
I'll always remember
the flag raised in the dust
and the heros who died helping
as they did what they must.

I'm an American mom
to every soldier over there
who upholds ideals of freedom
that we at home all share.
I'm an American mom
and I believe fervently
our troops believe in what they do
cause freedom isn't free.

Since the day when tea was floated
out in Boston Bay
or when our flag was sighted
above the bombing fray,
since the day the beach was pounded
by ten thousand running feet
or when a soldier breathed his last
in rice-paddy-ed humid heat

America's children
have fought both brave and true
and I honor all they've done--
I remember. Question is-- do you?
I'm an American Mother
I'm a soldier's mom to the core
I serve here at home
while they fight on farther shore.

It isn't easy
and it isn't fun
yet those American daughters
and American sons
know deep in their hearts
the need to take that stand.
Something about being American--
it ends in the words, I can.

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