Her son is packing
Tears stream down her face
She flips through old pictures
Remembering his sweet baby face
She came across her favorite
One of his first bike
He use to fall off it so many times
But his tears went away when she held him tight
She came upon another
One of his first days at school
He came home saying he hated it
But she held him tight and helped him through
The years seem to fly by
As she watched her son grow
His first birthday party, girlfriend
It was so hard to let him go
She came upon another picture
It was of his first car
He was in high school now
She no longer could hold him tight
It would embarrass him, and that would be going too far
There was another picture, of his graduation day
She held the picture close to her heart and prayed he would stay safe
Her son was done packing so he said his goodbyes
His mother was standing there letting out heart felt cries
So for the first time in awhile he decided to hold her
She smiled to her self and said
“ You’re not my little boy, you’re my soliderâ€
