They was not born onto this world
to fight a war and lose their lives.
But they did fight a war, and did lose their lives
And it was done to protect you and I.
Now you may think of it as insignificant
Because it is not a family member or friend
But if they died defending your liberties
Then they are family and friends
And can not be with you till the end.
It was that soldier who was on land
Air, or the sea, defending your
rights so that you can be free.
Free to have the freedom of speech
And voice your opinion and beliefs.
And like all things, there is a price
That we must pay for that privilege.
It may be a lost arm, or leg, or an eye
But don’t worry they’ll get by.
They have the perseverance of their convictions
And will not let anything stand in their way
And if it means being in a foxhole, then
That is where they’ll stay.
The Song of Peace
On the ground,
a man is walking,
a soldier driving his tank,
there are flowers
on both sides of the road
noone sees the flowers
the man is killed
his family cries,
and so do the flowers.
the soldier is killed,
his family cries,
and so do the flowers.
the man and the soldier,
meet beneath the ground,
and grow flowers
in an eternal garden...
the road is empty
there are no men,
nor soldiers
just flowers,
waving in the evening breeze,
singing the song of peace,
But nobody hears it!
I wish I could have cried
The day my Mother died
But the relief that she was now at rest
Was such a release to my tight chest
Scorned I was by family members
Who were able to cry while I sat and remembered
The way she endured Chemo with such grace
The way her frail body felt in my embrace
The painful coughing that cracked her ribs
Her fingernails all torn down deep to the nibs
The coma she lingered in for weeks
Each breath she took and held made us seek
To see if that one breath had been her last
But stubbornly she let it through her lips pass
To draw another each one more shallow
She never would have wanted to be left to wallow
The tubes and wires, masks and fluids
Was not my Mother, how could they do it
At last the family all agreed
To release her from her misery
No I couldn't cry for her that day
I held it all in until the funeral came
Then as the pall bearers carried her casket down the isle
I cried and cried just like a child
"I Remember Mamma" Contest
Placement: 3rd place