Mother%C3%AF%C2%BF%C2%BDs Day

by

J. M. Hallett

It’s Mother’s Day,
This Sunday in May.
Many children
Going home today.
She longs for hers,
It’s been three years.
My, how she’s worried.
My, how she’s feared.
And oh how she’s prayed,
As she’s shed her tears.
But the time has come,
He’s almost home.
She was told around six
On the telephone.
It’s strange, she thinks,
That she feels so alone.
What will she do?
What will she say?
Will she hide behind laughter?
Will she voice her pain?
She decides that her faith
Will show her the way.
So she paces the floor
‘Til at last she hears
A voice outside,
As footsteps near.
She hears the screen open,
Then comes the knock,
And at last her son’s home,
In his flag draped box.

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