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Always the Last to Know.


Here I am, a soldier’s mum

On the outside looking in

Worried, lost, totally confused

Not knowing where I fit in



Not being a wife or girlfriend

I’m always the last to know

What my soldier is doing

Or where he needs to go



He hardly ever speaks these days

Well not to me that is

I’m just his mum, it matters not

It’s not my life, it’s his



I piece together snippets of news

Found out from here and there

Trying to understand it all

No one seems to care



Does anybody realise

How much pain a mum goes through

Always being on the outside

Never knowing what to do



After all, I’m just a mum

That gave birth long ago

To a boy, now turned soldier

It’s why I need to know



Here I am, a soldiers mum

Wondering every day

If my soldier safe and well?

Whilst he is far away


Michaela Turner


FootNote: Proud Mother of a serving soldier.