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Raising an Army

Poetry By: Sambelini

For Mothersday, a fresh look are the difficult career of Motherhood.

Submitted:May 12, 2013    Reads: 3    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

My soldiers sleep so silently, and I think of their strength

One day when they go into war, will they be wide awake?

Tapping lightly on the door, I rouse them from their rest

"Hot food is waiting in the mess hall! Time that you get dressed!"

Even in their sluggish waking, they seem so full of life

Running off to wash and brush, their spirits young and bright

My soldiers, fed their hearty meals, are off to face the day

Of training, for the mind and body. Perhaps even to play

They love to play, but soon I know they will be called to war

How I can not worry, knowing nothing that's in store?

Even still, I'll play along to see their smiles glow

Remembering that love is what will win their war, I know

My soldiers come back sore and sticky, but still with work to do

Of course I'll lend a hand when needed, answer a question or two

Then I'll feed them once again, and let them take a rest

Holding them, reminding them that I think they're the best

Everything I do for them, all the prayers and tears.

Reflect my deepest love for them - my soldiers. My dears.


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