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Dear Soldier Son,



My Soldier Son, I got your letter,

I'm so glad you're doing okay.

It made you seem, just a little bit closer,

Even though, you're so far away.



I can't believe, some of the things you wrote,

I can't believe, you know how to clean!

I'd like to get some pointers, from your DS,

On how he was able to train, my messy teen!



I tried for years, to wake you up early,

And get you out of your sleepy bed.

I'd call, I'd poke and even yell out loud,

But you'd fall back to sleep instead!



I must say, I'm quite impressed,

By all you've learned to do at Training.

And hey, if you ever want to wash my floor,

You sure won't, hear me complaining!



Be assured, you'll get fattened up, at home,

I'll be making all, your favorites dishes.

I guess you know, I'll be spoiling you a bit,

And granting, all your wishes.



The house, it seems so quiet now,

Since you left, to go to BCT.

I miss our talks, late at night,

Even though, sometimes, we'd disagree.



I'll send out all, the things you asked for,

I'll hide them well, hoping we don't get caught.

Or else, the chocolate chip cookies, I'm baking,

Will all have been for naught!



I'm glad to hear, how you've settled in,

And made some new friends too.

It eases my mind, to know you're okay,

And makes me worry, a little less, about you.



You sound so very grown up now,

Towards the end of your last letter.

Apparantly, you've made a wise choice,

And its turning out for, the better.



I can't believe, my little boy,

Is now a U.S. ARMY Soldier.

You sound so proud, of what you've become,

Of the weight, that you now shoulder.



It makes me cry to remember back,

The days when you, were just a little child.

You were so cute and so rambunctious,

And oh how I melted, when you smiled.



But now, just look, at what you are doing.

The responsibilty you've taken on.

I've thought about that, oh so much,

All this time, that you've been gone.



It would seem, that you are growing, Son,

In so many different ways.

Pretty soon, you'll be Graduating.

And I'm counting off the days.



Oh, how proudly, I'll stand there,

With unabashed tears, there in my eyes.

But its okay, they'll be tears of pride,

Its from pure love, that a Mother cries.



And even though, you may be deployed,

Someday, so very far from here.

I'll try my best, to be strong for you,

Even though my heart, will live in fear.



I guess that’s it, for now, my Son,

I'll get this letter on its way.

But know that I, love you, so much,

And miss I you, each and every day.