We travelled up to Winchester, <br />To share your special day, <br />From your hometown in the valleys, <br />To support you all the way. <br /> <br />With basic training over, <br />You'd reached your halfway goal, <br />We felt immensely proud of you, <br />You'd given it your all! <br /> <br />It only seems the other day, <br />You were my little boy, <br />A soldier was an object, <br />It was your favourite toy. <br /> <br />You walk in line with comrades, <br />I can't tell you how I feel, <br />Standing tall, in your well pressed suit, <br />This soldiers life's for real. <br /> <br />My tears were, tears of happiness, <br />For you looked so fine and grand, <br />This was a day, so well deserved, <br />As you marched to the sound of the band. <br /> <br />You'd now go on to Portsmouth, <br />Where the ships sail on the sea, <br />Complete your phase two training, <br />To become an RMP. <br /> <br />Finally now a Sergeant! <br />You wear your stripes with pride, <br />You've given your life and soul for this, <br />It's been no easy ride! <br /> <br />We'll always be behind you, <br />Whatever you decide, <br />But I'll always remember Winchester, <br />On the day a proud Mum cried.<br /><br />Jayne Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/standing-tall-16/
