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For The Mothers of The American Soldier

May 8, 2011

Roses for Momma

Mother’s Day – In honor of Mother’s Day, I thought it fitting to pay a tribute to our dear mothers instead of griping about politics, terrorism, or the way of the world.  These marvelous women, who carried us through pregnancy, suffered through labor, and nurtured us through childhood, deserve to be honored every day not just on the second Sunday of May.  Mothers are special people who made a decision to give up the lives, bodies, and sometimes their minds, just so they could bring other lives into the world.  Nothing can compare to the look of joy on a mother’s face as she gazes upon her newborn child for the first time.

            In 1870, Julia Ward Howe wrote “Mother’s Day Proclamation”, which was an early call for a Mother’s Day celebration.  The Proclamation was tied to her feminist belief that women had a responsibility to shape their societies at the political level.  After this Proclamation, Ann Jarvis founded five Mother’s Day Work Clubs to improve health and sanitary conditions.  Two years after her death, her daughter Anna Jarvis began a campaign to make “Mother’s Day” a recognized holiday in the United States.  In 1912 she trademarked the phrases “second Sunday in May” and “Mother’s Day”.  She was specific about the location of the apostrophe; it was to be singular possessive, meaning that each family should honor their mother, not plural possessive commemorating all mothers in the world.  In 1914, Woodrow Wilson signed the law making the second Sunday in May, Mother’s Day, an official holiday in the United States.

            All mothers are special in their own right, but there is a special group of mothers that stand out, perhaps a little higher than the rest.  These are the mothers that give up their sons and daughters to the service of their country.  These mothers are so special that they are willing to lay the lives of their beloved children at God’s feet in sacrifice of their country.  Sometimes these sacrifices are not just for the rights and freedoms of Americans; sometimes it becomes necessary to protect the rights and freedom of people in other countries.  Why are they willing to risk the lives of their children for others; simply because it’s the right thing to do.  How strong these women must be to turn loose their child’s hand never knowing if they will hold it again.

            To the sons and daughters, on foreign soil so far from your mothers today, fighting and dying in servitude to your country, you have my undying gratitude.  To the mothers that have given their children to defend the ideals of this great nation, you have my appreciation.  Lastly, to the mothers that lost children in any conflict, yours is the ultimate sacrifice, and rest assured they will not be forgotten by the people of this nation.

            I would like to dedicate a poem to the mothers, who will never again celebrate the love of their child on Mother’s Day.

The mother of a soldier
— hats off to her, I say!
The mother of a soldier
who has gone to face the fray;
She gave him to her country
with a blessing on his head —
She found his name this morning

in the long list of the dead:
Killed – her only son,
while leading the rest,
A Bible in his pocket
and a portrait on his breast!

The mother of a soldier
— she gave him to her land;
She saw him on the transport
as he waved his sun-browned hand;
She kissed him through the teardrops
and she told him to be brave;
Her prayers went night and morning
with her boy upon the wave.

The mother of a soldier —
her comfort and her joy,
She gave her dearest treasure
when she gave her only boy;
She saw the banners waving,
she heard the people cheer;
She clasped her hands and bravely
looked away to hide a tear.

The mother of a soldier —
ah! Cheer the hero deed,
And cheer the brave who battle
‘neath the banner of their creed;
But don’t forget the mothers,
through all the lonely years
That fight the bravest battles
on the sunless field of tears.

Nay, don’t forget the mothers —
the mothers of our men,
Who see them go and never know
if they’ll ever come back again;
That give them to their country,
to battle and to die,
Because the bugles call them
and the starry banners fly.

The mother of a soldier —
hats off to her, I say!

Whose head is bowed in sorrow
with its tender locks of gray.
She gave without regretting,
though her old heart sorely bled
When she found his name this morning
in the long list of the dead:
Killed – her only son,
while leading the rest,
His dear old mother’s portrait
clasped upon his hero breast!

~by Folger McKinsey~

 

 

PS: To my mother, I LOVE YOU!

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. Javid C Presson permalink
    May 8, 2011 7:09 PM

    Very well said. I think a lot of people take things for granted. This is a result of the sacrifices made to keep us safe and away from direct war zones.

    • May 8, 2011 7:48 PM

      Thanks Chris for your comment, and congratulations, you are my first commentor, thanks so much. I agree that the sacifices that are made for our freedom are taken for granted by the American public. We owe a debt to a great number of people who gave their lives so we could enjoy what we have.

  2. May 8, 2011 8:30 PM

    This is an excellent tribute to all mothers. Our mother should be extremely proud that she was able to see both of her sons serve their country.
    A lot of times mothers are taken for granted and hardly ever shown the appreciation they deserve. Most would like to take advantage and be critical toward them.
    This mother’s day, I am especially grateful to our mother and all the wonderful things she does whether big or small.
    Dennis keep up the good work and I love this website.
    I say “Dennis Lee Poe for President 2012”.

    • May 9, 2011 3:15 PM

      Thanks for the comment Jeff, I can always count on my little bro. I don’t know about the president thing, politicians are what I’m griping about.

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