Moved to Tears
People ask me what it's like to be the parent
of a young man who serves in Gaza
I am proud of my son, who is doing what he believes in
because there comes a time when we sacrifice - remember that word?
for our country, for our people, for our dignity
I am moved to tears. Tears of joy. My son is my hero.
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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