My belly round, my back is tired…

When will this child be born?

The pain began one wintry night

He waited till nine in the morn.

How can a woman ever know

What it’s like to bear a child

His pink little nose and velvet mouth

My heart began beating so wild.

He is mine to love and keep

And protect from every harm

He grew up into a wonderful man

Full in love, integrity, and charm.

Another son, a precious gift,

Was born one warm spring night

His tiny fingers and tiny toes

He was perfect to my delight.

Now he’s all grown and quite a man

Devilish, loving, and full of fun,

With morals aplenty and much, much, more,

That sums up my second son.

I had a darling, precious girl

In between my two boys.

I vowed to protect and keep them safe

They brought me so much love and joy.

My oldest son, had a yearn

The sea was his domain.

As a Mother I was frightened to death,

I wanted him to choose again.

My youngest son, he yearned too,

A policeman he wanted to be

Again I feared for my youngest child

And now he is an MP.

Patriotic to their very core,

My sons wear their uniforms proud,

And I’m proud too, although I’m scared,

Mom’s tears are always allowed.

My Sailor son and my Soldier son

Serve their country with deepest pride

I hope they really know the truth,

How their Mother feels inside.

Each day although I do the tasks

That a would normally do…

At night when everything is put to rest

I say a prayer or two.

God, keep my boys that I love so much

Safe within your hands

And watch the others across the sea

In far and distant lands.

Bring them all home and let us find peace

Let us all live together

Please, may we all open our hearts

And help out one another.

So my sailor and my soldier

Mean more than life to me.

If someone has to lose their life

Then Please…God…please take ME.