For the woman.... For my mother....
On silent vigil she awaits
standing at the kitchen sink tears ruining her
She remembers better days
she remembers the commitment
of a wife
of her husband
And now .........
She knows the cost to her
soldiers ....her's alone
Her son in Viet Nam
her husband not yet home from
the war before
And he never really is home
She expects the government car in
silent and furious anticipation
The knock on her door
and the mumbled greeting
a folded flag
She knows ....that it's too sad
that they don't ever return the
same as they
But for now she stares at the river at
the edge of the field and
wishes ......for better days.
And when her son returns from war
she will look to his eye's first
and see her husbands eye's
and in silence wonder ..........
When will he too come home?
We have to all remember that there is more than one hero in these or the many wars before and after ........The mother , the wife in waiting .....waiting .....waiting
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