3:36 p.m. - 2007-09-07
My son is an airman
My son is an airman
I can reveal this with pride
(the fear is hidden just below the
surface, I confide)
He's a real American hero
Who believes in democracy
(yet there is an inner whisper that
wants him here with me)
I am honored to be his mother
I brag of him through the day
(but I can't help but wonder
if there isn't a better way?)
My son is a strong, brave airman
Who says he's prepared to die
(he's not aware of the late night hours
that I just sit and cry)
I wear a ribbon and a flag
Upon my collar every day
(but alone at night, I bow my head,
for my baby boy I pray...) ..
Chris asked me to change the words to read airman, so I did out of love and respect for my son who is in Iraq for the second time fighting for our freedom.
Until next time
geminis2
