As Stong as Love

The ribbons on his uniform,
This NCO in green,
Were evidence of gut and grit,
And yet this young Marine
Was, at the moment, much subdued
By two small baby hands,
And gone were thought of death and pain
In distant, foreign lands.

The strength of this great nation does
Not lie in guns and tanks.
It does not rest on battles won,
Or valiant, marching ranks.

Our might is in a basket, small,
With bits of ribboned-lace,
It lies within the innocence of
A trusting upturned face.
Our nation is as strong as dads
Whom love can motivate.
As long as family ties endure,
Our nation will be great.

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