Often I Wonder…

Often I wonder,

Is it really only me?

I am a mother whose child has gone to war.

I miss him but believe freedom is worth fighting for.

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It would be best if you don’t question me about why he’d ever join.

If I need to explain I guess you haven’t met the man that he’s become.

Like those before him that raised their hand to volunteer,

It is duty, honor and country that will propel him through any fear. 

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Often I wonder,

About what I see on TV,

It clearly doesn’t show what my son relays to me. 

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So, Who Would You Believe?  Often I Wonder.
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Often I wonder,

Is it really only me?

My husband’s fighting… so that small children will be free,

They’ll  know the meaning of things, like liberty,

But, often I wonder, shielding my own, from the images they see,

Our troops are making such a difference, why only such negativity?

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Often I wonder,

About when the people say, Don’t you miss him?

What would they like to hear?  Do they really need an accounting of each and every tear?

Often I wonder, How am I supposed to make them understand?

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He tells me stories of hospitals and schools, running water, rebuilt roads and so much more, so much more; but it’s the photos of the children that seems to keep him near,¦the images of their smiles will get me through and dry my eyes, I do miss him!  And in the quiet of the night, of one thing I am certain, he and his troops have no choice but to be allowed to win this fight. 

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Often I wonder,

Is it really only me?

I love my daddy and now he’s far away.

I have his t-shirt that I wear most nights to bed.

It is a reminder of what my daddy said,

Being a soldier is something that I chose,

I know you’ll miss me but not half as much as I’ll miss you,

Listen to your mom, try hard in school, and say your prayers

Never forget that your daddy loves you but leaves with no regrets.

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Often I wonder.

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When I see those people on the street, with posters that say mean things about the war, what would he think? …I know my dad would tell me if he needed to come home…so until it is their dad why don’t they just leave us alone!

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So, Who Would You Believe? Often I Wonder.

Often I wonder,

Is it really only me?

I have a banner that hangs on my front door,

On it a Gold Star that serves as a stark reminder that

Freedom is Not Free. It comes with a price that too few seem to want to share

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Often I wonder

What this country might have been if not for those willing to defend Her to the end…