There are many things I can speak of
In my life with pride
but few carry as much weight
than when I speak of my Dad.
He was young, and pretty stupid,
and for a lack of reasons given aloud
he joined the Army.
He was twenty.
It wasn't a family thing,
Youngest of eight and he's got the only uniform.
A teen wife he had just wed four days before
who was to become my Mom.
I am a Soldier's Daughter.
Oldest of Three.
There's an unspoken pride
And when I see a folded flag
I cry.
I still have my Dad,
I am luckier than some.
I couldn't join up, but I got as close I could.
I am a soldier's daughter.
I am committed to ending war.