My daddy is a soldier

I stumbled upon this poem and am sending Steve a laminated copy with a picture of Ty on the back. The plan is that he can keep it in his pocket.
I miss him so much, the house is empty without him, his laughter and presence here is greatly missed. Some days seem to be easier than others. Some days I wonder when this is going to finally be over, but then I try and tell myself it's going to be over in the blink of an eye and it will all be a distant memory, but for now it is here, real and it sucks.

My daddy is a soldier
he’s often gone away
to some far off country
where he has to stay.
I really miss my daddy
and I’m not sure what he does
except he helps other people
who need him very much.
At night when I say my prayers
I ask to keep daddy safe
so that he can come home to us
and sit in his favourite place.
Some nights I can hear mommy cry
when she thinks I’m asleep
I know she misses daddy
and her sadness hurts real deep.
My daddy is a soldier
he’s often gone away
And I am so very proud of him
each and every day.
Come home to us daddy
When your job is done
I know that those people need you
But they aren’t the only ones.