As a mother, you never dreamed though a bit chagrined
That the child you nurtured, loved, and disciplined
Would leave home without your watchful eye unprotected
And face the world alone while being subjected
To life’s wrath and to mankind’s unthinkable wickedness
Naïvely stating, “I’m going to fix the world’s mess.”
As a mother, you developed your offspring’s foundation
Though some days, tears were felt, instead of elation
Yet, lessons you learned and taught helped you resolve
To allow freedom hoping that right would evolve
But some choices, though tough, left you with little doubt
You might lose your child and be left forever without.
Today we honor your sacrifices and hope you understand
That we are here for you to hold your trembling hand
And let you know your grief is felt from both near and far
Pain felt and seen by everyone like the brightest star
An eternal reminder of your sorrow and of your sacrifice
Knowing your child fought bravely and paid the price.
We honor your love and devotion to a child that is gone
To the memory of a soldier that sees no dusk or dawn
We honor you today as an American Gold Star Mother
And ask your forgiveness, as we remind one another
That freedom has a price and it cost you a daughter or son
Preserving peace though the battle has not been won.
Lloyd A. King, Commander, The Military Order of the Purple Heart, William E. ‘Bill’ McKenzie Chapter #504
Copyright (C) Lloyd A. King, 2006
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