Every Mother, Every Father

The hand..... that rocks your cradle

that tends with care

that wipes tears away

that combs your hair

that plays at Crazy 8s

that stops your fall

that heals your hurts

that answers every call

The hand..... that travels near

that faces every fear

that defends our shore

that marches far

that always volunteers

The hand..... that carries guns

that faces untold danger

that hand protects us

that hand knows no stranger

The hand..... that trembles

that returns home

that always remembers

that service must be done