A MOTHER'S CRY

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A MOTHER'S CRY


I heard the news myself today, about the war that's on the way!
I really hate to let him go, but its his choice he told me so!
He glanced to see my teary eyes and said, no mom, I'll be alright!
Telling me as he took my hand, I must go help defend this land!
This is my country, home sweet home; I cannot let them fight alone!
Mom its called: "Dawns early light", Now duty calls I must go fight!
America is still home of the free, and I'm forever proud in thee!
Within my heart were many fears, as my son waved and disappeared
A sudden since of pride came then, restoring my soul to accept within
Decisions that we all must face, which God's already put in place!
How many more are just like me, refusing to face what has to be!
Let's wipe the tears from weeping eyes, where is the brave, the free, the pride!
I'm trusting God now that he's gone, in distant time to send him home!
God be my strength and enable me, so I can be as strong as he!
To accept the things that has to come, God even if you take my Son!
I shiver in heart wrenching tears and begging you to let him live!
But not my will your will be done, still pleading God, don't take my Son!
The terror that's already been, left many broken hearts to mend!
It was then for me to feel the pain and anguish that war reveals!
God help me cope, to understand, that nothing ever comes by chance!
Predestined! We will never know when it's time that we must go!
Or lose someone who like my son, that's never held or fired a gun!
But where there is no certainty, I come to you on bended knees!
Broken God, my spirit cries, surrendering to you all my pride!
Protect my Son, you loved him first, thought losing him would be the worst!
A devastating task for me, just thinking such catastrophe!
Please spare my Son, how could it be, that he should go instead of me!
I'm selfish God; he had no fear, and waste no time to make this clear!
So enrich my faith before I'm done, to have compassion just like my Son!
Grant me God forgiving grace, because if I could I'd take his place!
And thank you God for showing me, that it's your will that's meant to be!
Dear God I've said all that I can, I put it all into your hands!
If he doesn’t come home when the war is through, then I'll know that he's gone to live with you!

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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