Then said, “Thanks, lady, I’m glad to know.īut your son – did he come back all right?”Īnd if you were me, you’d have done the same:įor our thanks, in giving, if oft delayed, With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,Īnd the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire. (I can see it still in my dreams at night), I’ll be back soon, Mum, please don’t cry.’ He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,īut he’d seemed with us such a little while
When she’d pinned it on, he turned to say Īnd because they did, you and I are free –Īs the years went by, he learned and grew, There remained a smile that refused to fade. Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,Īnd her face was old and lined with care
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