From Dancer to Defender
I never would have guessed that as my baby you would be
someone who would grow up and want to join the army.
All the modeling and dance recitals didn't quite prepare me
for the woman in Camo--defender of the country.
I hope you don't forget tutus and little pink dance suits
as you trade tiny ballet shoes for a pair of combat boots.
I will miss the little girl who used to dance and wear pig tails.
But, I will eagerly await for your adventure without fail.
I can't imagine what you'll look like as you march and hold a gun.
The only image in my mind is when you were running having fun
on the beach, in the waves, twirling circles in the sand.
Now you'll be the one in uniform--protector of the land.
So, the tears I shed today are for the life you leave behind,
and for the pride and joy I have to say this lovely girl is mine.
Now I solute you my dear daughter as you start your service life.
But, I will miss the little dancer sleeping soundly every night.
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