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The Telegram

His mother was in the kitchen There came a knock upon the door, It was a policeman, with a telegram She buckled to the floor. Of course, she knew what it meant But could scarce believe it true, For every night, she'd prayed aloud "Lord, see him safely through" Her dearest boy, young and brave, Sought glory overseas, As he left for France she sobbed, "Take care, come back to me" But her dearest boy isn't coming home For he had paid the price, He fell out there on the front. His future sacrificed. Off he'd marched, with his pals, heroes, every one. Now they lay on Flanders fields, Each a mothers son. No victory parades for them, No medals pinned to chests. But never to be forgotten, As with the Lord, they rest.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 8/21/2017 9:05:00 AM
Beautiful. Emotional. Thank you.
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Gary Smith
Date: 8/21/2017 11:38:00 AM
Thank you Line :)
Date: 8/15/2017 9:34:00 AM
Great writing, very emotional. I felt it on the inside. Keep churning them, I hope to read more from your pen.
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Gary Smith
Date: 8/15/2017 9:41:00 AM
How kind, thank you Joseph :)
Date: 11/5/2016 6:13:00 PM
Very special, this poem is.
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Gary Smith
Date: 11/5/2016 6:14:00 PM
Thank you Heidi.

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