Her home is quieter,
Her family is gone.
Her husband, son and daughter,
Across to shores unknown.
Oh yes this mother worries,
Tries very hard not to cry.
News reports the fighting is fierce
And many bound to die.
It wasn’t what she wanted to hear,
She jumps each time the phone or doorbell rings.
But her home although almost empty,
Is a fortress to behold.
Her living room is covered,
With pictures young and old.
A battalion of familiar faces,
Standing guard wall to wall.
The rooms throughout the dwelling,
With mementos of their life,
Becry the strength of freedom
And the willing to sacrifice.
Although their life is in danger,
In a foreign land.
Their spirit walks around the house,
And their presence can be felt.
They hail from all across the land
And every mother knows,
They are doing what they believe is right,
Even though they may never return home.
They fight for right and freedom.
Willingly protecting us all.
An unconquerable fortress,
Every mother’s home!
Ó Robert W. Hullender