May 29th...... Every year.

Pause for just a moment
in your solemn ceremonies
of bagpipes and tendered speeches .

Mixed with medals hung so brightly
they reflect in all the breezes
of Spring's ever sweet perfumes
emanating from the wreaths
that are now care-fully scattered
across the markers for each name.

Before you blast the graveyard silence
with the volleys not yet rendered
by your twenty-one salutes
Take just a few more seconds
bow uniformed heads together
closing your battle scarred eyelids
to remember all the Moms.

Moms whose tear-stained

cheeks are flowing
now forever on this day
seeing only fair-haired children
boys who used to play at war
now all nestled beneath crosses
when those pretend

games came true
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Moms who used to

bundle them up snug
against the cold and drafts
suddenly found themselves helpless
when a draft they could not stop
froze the hearts of their young sons
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now each 29th of May
they're forever more reminded
that they've outlived dearest offspring
each boy died to give them freedom
but their memories are a prison
dank and cold, and full of drafts
prisons where tears fall when bugles
blow out Taps that do not comfort
every year when we remember
all the lives that wars have stolen

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Then go home and kiss "your" mother
or leave flowers by her gravestone
just a token substitution
for all kisses left unplanted
on the tear stained cheeks of Mothers
from their sons, not home from war

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remember sacrifices are
not always only

bloodstained heroes
and the graves of all the fallen
but they also do encompass
grieving Mothers who sit rocking
sobbing with their arms wrapped tightly
round their dear boy's last effects.

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