My Soldier My Son
As I sit here thinking and missing you
So far away from eachother
Mother and Son
Always going to worry about you.
You were my first born and the first star
That everyone seen in my eyes when I was carrying you
In my belly for the 9 months
Just to be ripped out of my life like you were so abruptly.
Here we are 18 years later you are doing so great for yourself
Making something out of your life
As I sit here thinking about you hoping you are ok i get the call
Thinking to myself that it would be you on the other end.
But it hit me hard when they said mam I am sorry to inform you
But your son was killed in the line of duty
He was a great soldier sorry to inform you that he is gone
I loved serving with him he was a great kid .
So now I am sitting here feeling the sorrow and pain
As I start on this journey to mourn over you
When i get to tell the rest of the family about the tragedy.
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