A Soldiers Mother

I wear no uniforms but I am in the Army because I am his Mother.
I'm in the ranks that are rarely seen, I have no rank upon my shoulders.
Salutes I do not give. But the military world is the place where I live.
I'm not in the chain of command, Orders I do not get.
But my Son is the one who does, this I can not forget.
I'm not the one who fires the weapon, who puts my life on the line.
But my job is just as tough. I'm the one who's left behind.
My Son is a patriot, a brave and prideful man.
And the call to serve his country not all can understand.
Behind the lines I see the things needed to keep this country free.
My Son makes the sacrifice, but so doe’s my Husband and me.

I love the Son I gave life to. Soldiering is his job.
But I stand among the silent ranks known as the Army Mom.

beautiful poem.