She arrived late one evening, oh so flustered and small
All eyes turned to her, “It’s a girl,” was the call
In the background sat a woman, smiling to allWhen not too old her father died
“Oh the poor little girl,” they all cried
Silent and still the gentle woman sat by her side
The crowd cheered as they marched down the street
The girl led them all as she stomped her feet
Standing among them all was a small woman oh so sweet
Older still the girl stood at the head of her class
Graduating with honors giving a speech was the lass
While proud out in the seats was a woman among the mass
The sun shone brightly as the soldiers were presented
A battalion of men and women stood, their task just completed represented
With tear filled eyes a woman stood, looking out at the choice she’s never resented
And now today here we stand
As that little girl defends this land
But all the praise goes to this great woman; if you please, let’s give her a hand
I wrote this for my mother on the occasion of my promotion to Sergeant in the United States Army
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