HE WON’T SEE MAMA CRY

Today I watched you walk away, across that airport ramp.
Those wings of steel will soon depart for a distant desert camp.
You turned around and smiled so sweet, waved a last goodbye,
When out of sight, I lost the fight of ‘he won’t see Mama cry.’

Son, I’ve watched you through the years, grow from child to man,
Now six feet tall and so mature, I place in Creator’s Hands.
It’s not easy for a Mom, for you’re ours for just a while;
We store the memories in our hearts, those days of innocent smiles.

From birth our babies grab our hearts, where love can only grow,
It helps to ease the pain we feel when it’s time to let you go.
Each hurt you feel is amplified a hundred million times,
Locked within a gentle soul so you won’t see Mama cry.

The games you played out in the yard, those endless friendly fights,
Are rays of hope a Mom can hold when facing sleepless nights.
Somehow we know fates are sealed when evil knocks on our door,
Our loved ones act with love and pride and soon are off to war.

Son, I love you more than life and know you’ll serve us well,
It doesn’t ease the fear I know for time alone will tell.
Just how a Mother’s heart is tested reflects in saddened eyes,
Say the prayers we shared at night and you won’t see Mama cry.

‘Now I lay me down to sleep’, ‘God bless us one and all’,
‘Watch over Mommy and Daddy, God, for I love them most of all.’
Words a Mama won’t forget, more precious than the finest gold,
Gifts of love she holds onto, when nights are long and cold.

‘Lord, I give to You my son, as You once gave us Your own,
Hold him close while we’re apart and see him safely home.’
Son, we wait, hope and pray for dreams to realize,
How faith can dry those angel tears when you see Mama cry.

©Copyright March 7, 2008 by Lynn C. Price