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A mothers fear
Contributed by
jonquilcottage
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Friday, 9th September 2011 @ 04:43:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Tonight a mothers cry is heard
as across the sea she gets the word
Her son has fought his final fight
and she no longer can kiss him goodnight
He wont see his family grow old and grey
nor see a sunset on the bay
Its sad to know the war they see
was one they say had to be
But how many more have to go
before we see the final blow
Please bring our troops home safe and sound
bring them back to their home ground
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jonquilcottage
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2011-09-09 16:43:35]
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Re: A mothers fear
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by Deidra_Carmichael on
Friday, 9th September 2011 @ 06:20:45 PM AEST
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Indeed this war is getting wildly out of hand! Hopefully matters will simmer down so that when my brother is of age he will not be drafted. This poem shows the distress of a family who has a loved one fighting for their country. Thank you for posting this for us to think about what is going on in the world,
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Re: A mothers fear
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by FlintHunter on
Saturday, 10th September 2011 @ 06:36:39 AM AEST
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A mothers fear
Contributed by jonquilcottage on Friday, September 09 2011 @ 16:43:35 AEST
Topic: Emotional Poetry
Please accept my sympathy for this terrible tragedy. I don't know how a parent can begin to bear such grief. Of course I am a parent -- so I can say that. I am sorry for your loss and for your nephew's loss. The only thing to say is that we can't question God -- we are here do to what's right. War is not right. There's got to be a better way than losing our sons so they can battle -- with a cause or not. If only people would fight with their tongues and pens and not their cruel swords and guns... In a way you did that with this poem -- you WROTE your fight -- but I'm afraid it's going to be a long and bitter battle. Don't surrender! Write the wrong. Shalom -- Peace, FlintHunter |
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