A Soldier's Mother
With wrinkled cheeks, with tearful eyes,
The frail old woman stares in space.
Distress and anguish fill her face;
Aggrieved and heavy are her sighs.
Her only son has died in fight
And her dear husband is long dead.
She feels no urge to look ahead;
There is no solace to her plight.
The feeble hand clenches the cane.
Such unfair dice were rolled and tossed!
A sea of tears she has now crossed,
Yet many more alas remain.
Though she draws breath, she lives no more,
And wonders hopelessly why those
Who rule the country ever chose
To stab her heart for want of war.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
