The Soldier's March

You are big, I am small.

You walk past me in your uniform.

And I know...

I know that in that march, you are there.

You are one of them.

A fighter.

A son.

My brother.

I am tiny and cling to Mother's leg.

She is searching for you.

And so am I.

So is Sister who is peering over the rows of Uniforms who stare blankly into the distance.

Mother says some never come back for the War land.

Or that they aren't who they were before.

But I know you.

You'll be you because you're strong.

And that's why you're my hero...