Matthew Johnson
Or Matt to me;
He's a grandson grown,
Matured so nicely.

He's now responsible,
And mindful of dress;
With his uniform,
You better not mess.

He's proud of his station,
Glad to be a Marine;
We are all proud of him,
No longer a teen.

He will train more,
Then sent who knows where;
So, I keep him daily,
In all of my prayers.

He is now a soldier,
A man trained to fight;
I pray keep him safe,
May all his battles be right.