Tender is the Touch
Tender is the touch
of her hands
as she tucks her baby
into his crib
Tender is the kiss
she plants on his cheek
as he’s off to war
too young and so weak
Tender are the tears
she will not let descend
her baby in the battle zone
without a single friend
Tender are the tears
she weeps o'er his grave
If only, if only ~
he had not been so brave
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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