Colin F. Jones

TO A FRIEND

Army mom the Warriors Angel,
Brings comfort to us all,
Dulls our pain that we forget,
The hurt that we recall,
From those sad moments of our lives,
Spent in the battle trench,
Mid all the smoke, the bombs and cries,
The wet and mud and stench.
God bless you, our sweet Army mom,
For every word you write,
For as each dreary day is done,
Our dreams, your words delight.

Author’s Note: For Christina A. “Army Mom” Sharik