Lunita Blanca Poet I do not know?

Mother Dont Cry

Dont cry mother

Mother please don’t cry, I had to volunteer.
I have to go away so wipe away your tears.
It really wont be too long I’ll sent you money.

Picking up his duffle bag he said goodby.
His mother stood by the open door and
Her heart felt a pain she never felt before.

The young man was sent to a dessart place
Where he would feel displaced

It wasn’t long before his mother was informed,
By a young soldier in a uniform letter in hand.

Sitting on a chair, a folded flag upon her knee.
Burning tears soaked the flag as she whispered,

Why my son?

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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton January 21, 2018 at 9:49 PM This is a very sad world we are living in. Sons and daughters, mother and fathers, all represented as soldiers and victims of war. Lunita Blanca January 22, 2018 at 11:29 AM Thanks for visiting Leanne.

James Horn January 18, 2018 at 4:58 PM Mother please won't you not weep; Dad is in sky where God does keep; Who we do love; He is now above; We are still here counting sheep. Jim Horn Lunita Blanca January 20, 2018 at 9:01 AM James, we march toward the grave where we shall find peace.