Sergeant First Class Dad Poem by Ciara Wood

You can see it in his slow, proud walk,
And hear it when he starts to talk,
He has seen many disturbing horrors never to share
Some so twisted and demented it will curl your hair.

To me I look at him in an extremely different way,
Because of how I see him everyday.
I see a very different side of this significant man,
The side who likes to listen to rock bands,

And the side who gently hugs me goodnight
And promises he will always be right there by my side.
I see him before he puts on his Army Greens
I see the side of him that isn’t so mean.

I see the side of him that is sometimes weak, and sometimes scared
I see the side that doesn’t always have to be so prepared
I see the agonizing pain in his eyes every time he must depart,
Promising to his family he will always be in our hearts.

I see the side of him, that most people don’t ever see,
I see the side of him that he really wants to be.
He’s a hero to you, because he fights for your precious red, white, and blue,
But he is a hero to me because he brings me soup when I have the flu.

You honor him for what he does when he’s far away from me,
So far, far away, somewhere in a foreign land over seas.
I honor him because he is the one I go to when I’m afraid,
He’s the one who make’s sure our bill’s are paid.

To you all of this might not matter,
But without him my life would be shattered.
He tells me all the time he has the greatest job he could ask for,
Not because he goes to foreign lands to fight a war,

But because he is a dad, not just any dad,
But the dad who comforts me when I’m sad.
To Uncle Sam he’s a Sergeant First Class who is tough and bad,
So I guess to me that makes him my Sergeant First Class Dad.