They’re full of pride and love,
though their words are often few.
Their thoughts may only be spoken through the actions that they do.
They go about their daily tasks but are constantly aware;
And at the sight of their worried mother,
a silent hug they’ll share.
They,
too,
bear the cost of freedom and feel the pain as well
The many fears carried deep inside they truly long to quell.
They may not march or shoulder a gun or stand in uniform,
But the sight of one who does causes their hearts to warm.
If you happen to fall behind them in a traffic line one day
You may read their signs that they so proudly display.
And when passing other heroes going down the interstate
A big “thumbs up” and whoop they give because they can relate.
They wave their flags high and march beside this Blue Star mother
I so dearly love them, too – my soldier’s sister and brother!
© Cynthia Gibbs
Ok so I’m not going to ask you to fan me because I didn’t actually write any of these except one or two of them… but I do ask that you comment and vote these poems mean so much to me and a lot of people all across the world.
