One Mother's Sons
She bore five sons, strong young men,
all volunteered way back then;
the youngest lied about his age
so he could join, engage
the enemies of freedom's band,
threatening the peace our land
holds precious. They said good-bye
to fight on land, sea, in sky.
Part of the greatest generation,
they fought the Axis federation.
Many brave men did not return,
their grieving families left to yearn,
longing to find, to know one spot
that is for them a sacred plot.
Thousands of graves were never marked
save in a mother's or wife's heart.
Somehow my grandmother's boys were spared;
death did not take them unprepared.
Safely home came all five sons;
the job complete, the war was won.
But, it's never done for those who fight,
the horrors in their minds recite
round and round for scores of years:
price exacted of our volunteers.
Copyright, July 6, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
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