I am a soldier but not in a war.
I've never shot a gun nor seen all the gore.
But I go into battle each and every day.
From my intended purpose, I shall not stray.
There are people who need me, this I know,
and from this experience I will grow.
If the truth be told, I'll say it first.
I need them more; it's them I thirst.
They don't always like what I have to do.
In time though, I think they'll gain a clue.
It does get tough, I will not lie.
Sometimes it's easy to just stop and cry.
Am I a soldier? Yes! You can call me that.
But you'll never see me in straight combat.
Those who know me call me by another.
What was that word? Oh yes, it was mother.
Am I A Soldier?
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2006 with permission of the Author.
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