A Babe to Protect

December 24, 2010
By Rose Marie Rideout

A Mother holds back the tears,
Afraid of where her little boy will go.
Afraid of the things he’ll see & and resent,
Most of all will he always be this child so innocent.

He stands tall and proud in his uniform.
Does he realize where he is on his way too.
Have they fully prepared him in a short while
Of the things he may have to see & do.

She puts her arms around him and whispers,
I love you for all you are dear.
When you feel lost & alone,
Think of me, I’ll wipe away the fear.

Months go by and not a word,
One day the mailman stops at the gate,
Word has come of his return,
No protection for a Babe, It’s way too late.

It’s Christmas Eve and peace should be,
Among all God’s children thankfully.
We pray for many with no regret,
There’ll’ always be our  Babe to protect.