They stood frozen in anticipation. Their first taste of freedom being bought by lives.
Flags gripped tight in dimpled hands.
placed where heart and belly meet.
And as they past by us, we made witness to the years dedicated to our service.
My heart, beat deep in time to the music, low and strong with the drum
when the new recruits, with the set jaws of youth, filed past.
oh, my mama eyes wild to find sight of my babies
wanting to protect them - feel the reassuring weight of them by my side.
Knowing somewhere, these young boys mamas
were praying silently for a tomorrow to do the same.
I found them in the steady arms of their father
carrying the weight of these young lives with ease
teaching them to hold tight to
.... that it is the duty of us all.