Here is a poem my husband brought home to us.
My Daddy is a Sergeant
a U.S. Army soldier
his job is to make men of privates
a shaper and a molder
My SGT Daddy is the backbone
to this "Army Of One"
he carries his head held high
for all the hard work he has done.
Sometimes my SGT Daddy comes home so tired
and it seems he's had all he can take
but then he smiles at me and scoops me up
a bond even the Army cannot break.
His missions are hard, days are long
and the pay is not that great
but both his Grandpas were military men
and so it became his fate.
When I look up at my SGT Daddy
I see loyalty, honor and pride
it is also reflected in our home
as Mommy and me stand by his side.
Someday he'll see the example he set
when I grow to be his size
such as learning how to adapt to change
when a PCS uprooted us from our lives.
Right now I pretend to be like him
wearing his dog tags and beret
the time will come when I am older
I'll pretend no more and fill his boots one day.