I Am a small child and precious child, My Dad's
been sent to fight
The only place I'll see his face, is in my dreams
at night.
He will be gone too many days for my young
mind to keep track.
I may be sad, but I am proud. My daddy's got
your back.
I am a caring mother. My son has gone to war.
My mind is filled with worries that I have never
known before.
Everyday I try to keep my thoughts from
turning black. I may be scared, but I am proud,
my son has got your back.
I am a strong and loving wife, with a husband
soon to go. There are times I'm terrified in a
way most will never know. I bite my lip, and
force a smile as I watch my husband pack. My
heart may break, but I am proud. My husband's
got your back.
I am a soldier, serving proudly, standing tall.
I fight for freedom, yours and mine by
answering this call.
I do my job while knowing, the thanks it
sometimes lacks.
Say a prayer that I'll come home.
It's Me whose got your back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mama’s mama on a winter’s day,
Milked the cow’s and fed them hay,
Slopped the hogs, saddled the mule,
And got the children off to school.
Did a washing, mopped the floors,
Washed the windows and did some
chores,
Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit,
Pressed her husband’s Sunday suit.
Swept the parlor, made the bed’s,
Baked a dozen loaves of bread.
Split some wood and lugged it in,
Enough to fill the kitchen bin,
Cleaned the lamps and put in oil,
Stewed some apples she thought might
spoil,
Churned the butter, baked a cake,
then exclaimed,
“For goodness sake!
The calves have got out of the pen!”
Went out and chased them in again.
Gathered the eggs and locked the stable,
Returned to the house and set the table.
Cooked a supper that was delicious,
And afterward washed all the dishes,
Fed the cat, sprinkled the clothes,
Mended a basket full of hose.
Then opened the organ and began to play,
When You Come to The End of a Perfect Day.”