Denise K. Lane
MOTHER’S IN TRAINING
Tonight I sew and press your uniforms,
As I’ve done many times before.
Not Cub Scouts, track or little league,
This time, my son, it’s for war.
All those times were for preparation,
For the time that is now.
Son, all those years just to
Keep you safe was my vow.
While you wear this patriotic uniform,
I’m sure it will keep you warm.
I can’t protect you any longer,
And keep you safe from harm.
So this is what life is,
What we have been training for.
Except the tears and prayers used
When we send our sons to war.
©Copyright Circa: late 1990s by Denise K. Lane