To the Unknown Mother
There is a young man upon whose countenance I have never looked,
Only knowing him from his written words and images placed on Facebook.
So easily a mind filled with wisdom, courage, and honor is seen.
In my admiration of this young Soldier the lines I long to read between.
I find etched in millions of pixels which come from a virtual space,
The qualities of leadership humanity longs to follow in this life's race.
In my ponderings I often wonder of the woman who gave him birth.
For surely it is from her that he learned much that makes up his worth.
I realize his father too was a strong and disciplined man who played a part,
Still always I know well it is a mother who most stamps a man's heart.
What words and dialogue did she use to shape his mind and his soul,
Ensuring as God's Word promises, from truth he will not depart when he is old?
As she held his tiny child's hand while he learned to walk and to talk,
How was it she fashioned a yearning for integrity in the midst of the world's squawk?
In her visage and life deeds what did he view that so inspired and fashioned,
A fearless warrior heart, filled also with tender love and compassion?
Among all of the creations and designs from the world and existence of womankind,
None stands so eternal as the skill which creates the man who becomes defined.