Standing Tall Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

We travelled up to Winchester,
To share your special day,
From your hometown in the valleys,
To support you all the way.

With basic training over,
You'd reached your halfway goal,
We felt immensely proud of you,
You'd given it your all!

It only seems the other day,
You were my little boy,
A soldier was an object,
It was your favourite toy.

You walk in line with comrades,
I can't tell you how I feel,
Standing tall, in your well pressed suit,
This soldiers life's for real.

My tears were, tears of happiness,
For you looked so fine and grand,
This was a day, so well deserved,
As you marched to the sound of the band.

You'd now go on to Portsmouth,
Where the ships sail on the sea,
Complete your phase two training,
To become an RMP.

You're now a Sergeant Major,
And wear your stripes with pride,
You've given your life and soul for this,
It's been no easy ride!

We'll always be behind you,
Whatever you decide,
But I'll always remember Winchester,
On the day a proud Mum cried.

Jayne Louise Davies