Birthdays Past; Memories Revisited.
September 16, 2023What’s YOUR Why?
December 31, 2023What does it mean to be a Warrior Queen?
It’s a lifetime of care and love that often goes unseen.
For there is no glory at the very start,
when a mother first hears the beat of a brave heart.
Days turn to weeks as she watches her belly grow.
She will soon deliver a hero the world has yet to know.
Her heart melted when handed her sweet bundle of joy.
It was love at first sight for this mother and baby boy.
Protecting and guiding little steps is no easy feat.
The challenge of parenting can be bittersweet.
Diapers to change and tears to wipe away.
Picnics, birthdays and ball games to watch and play.
In the blink of an eye, he donned cap and gown.
His quest for adventure meant he would soon be leaving town.
He felt alive with the sand between his toes and surfboard in hand.
The roar of the ocean was with him as he left to serve our homeland.
His mother continued her silent prayers for his body and soul.
The safe return of this grown, young man had become her goal.
Her quiet vigil through the years was with a heart resolute.
Perhaps this helped him conquer his fears to prepare for the final salute.
No more hugs, phone calls or letters home will she receive.
The tragic and lasting impact of war offers no reprieve.
The natural order of life has been defied at great cost.
She now joins the journey of mothers who have loved and lost.
No glamour, no glory but steadfast behind the scene.
THIS! is what it means… to be a Warrior Queen.
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Although I originally assembled my thoughts into this rhyme for my mom in May 2016 and posted this poem two years ago, I felt it warranted a repost on this nationally recognized and significant day. Today is Gold Star Mother’s Day.
The cost of war, regardless of geographical boundaries, is heartbreaking. To all the mother’s in the world, whose sons and daughters have died in war, my heart is with you as you continue to navigate life and the painful loss you have suffered!
“There is nothing adequate which anyone in any place can say to those who are entitled to display the gold star in their windows. America lives in freedom because of the sacrifices of America’s finest citizens and of the mothers who raised them.”
-President Franklin D. Roosevelt, 1944
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With great care,
Cindy
Proud Sister of Christopher George Campbell, US Navy
September 16, 1974 – 8/6/11
“The greatest casualty is being forgotten” – WWP
*NOTE: My poem was previously published by SOFREP and TAPS.
