THE SERVICE MAN'S CHILD
by Maureen Earhart
I know you've often read about the Captain and his crew, and kind of their faithful wives, who prayed while they flew. But someone was omitted when the data was complied. What about the sacrifice of the Service Man's child?
Perhaps they are brought into this world in a foreign land, Or somewhere without their dad to love and understand. From place to place they are born to roam, They have no state to call their own.
Their first five years are not so hard, They easily adjust to any back yard. But soon it's off to school they trot, With friends they have made, they're a happy lot.
Then comes the day, half through the year, When Mother does say 'we're moving dear.' All packed up-friends say good-bye, They try to be brave, but usually cry.
Surely they must feel terribly lost, The family is moving no matter the cost. If only it were possible for mom to say, 'It's alright dear, we'll be back some day.'
The trip is made to a strange new place, Oh how they long for a familiar face. But all they meet is taunting eyes, And hear 'there's a now kid, lets get him guys.'
Then there comes the dreaded part, Another new school and they must start. They are either ahead or far behind, And patient teachers are hard to find.
They are often deemed a problem child, Could it be their emotions are riled? Experience is great, that I grant, But to understand, I'll bet they can't.
So when you read the praises of the Captain and his crew, Remember their children and all they do go through. We can assure them of the important part they play, Let us not forget them, when we kneel to pray.
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