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james, my love

he looked like any
other one person
as he ducked inside
the car which his
dad drove

no one could tell
by looking that he
was a lad and now
a man that had
served his time

he grew up this last
seven years and he
had a lot of loving 
and making up to

his mind was so buzzing
that he could hardly
pay attention to any
questions or talk
going on around him

how had he done it
when so many others
were probably not
ever coming home
for any lengths of

but he knew he could
make it now; i knew
it too

i don't know how he
did it,  but he did 
i'm seeing him in 
my minds eye now

i hope you can see
him too

there he is off to
his future as he once
was a boy off to 

i knew he could do 
anything now
for i had always 
believed in him

my eyes are crying
without permission
and i am so very

for you see
i am his mother

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  1. Date: 8/2/2009 9:23:00 PM
    Again, wish you cared for me like that....

  1. Date: 2/27/2009 8:25:00 AM
    Wonderful, uplifting story about your son, Janetta! I'm so glad he was one of the lucky ones who make it home and have the chance to pursue their dreams. And thanks for reading "Hungry and Homeless Americans." The case of the single mother you described is an all too frequent stain on America's image. Bless you for sharing, Carolyn

  1. Date: 2/27/2009 4:54:00 AM
    Oh Janetta, I have serious chills at the end of reading this. I know the love and pride you write of, no matter what your son has accomplished, for I am a mother of a grown son too. Whether he has served our country, finished school, or simply accomplished any goal, a mother's love and pride is stronger than any other. Beautiful, beautiful write. Love, Shar