A MOTHER'S EYES
Her mouth is smiling
her hands are clapping;
she stands because she's
proud
Her wounded child is
marching by;
she cries, but not aloud
Her heart is sore,
her soul is sad
She'll never let him know
it.......
He only sees the strength
he needs
Her fear? She will not
show it
He's walking down the
carpet
all rolled out, and
red......
in honor of his sacrifice
and the blood that he has
shed
It's the new place there
in Texas
that will help the vets
get well;
when they come home from
battle,
when they come home from
hell.
He marches by on crutches
He's in a wheelchair,
or maybe he's the one who
has no face
no eyes
no hair
Their mothers are the ones
you see
standing on the sides
The ones whose loving
smiles
don't reach
completely to their eyes
They will not show their
sorrow
they only show their
strength
If they have to carry
their dear child
they'll do it, the whole
length
of their own broken lives
~
or the life of their loved
one
Only the eyes betray her
when she sees her wounded
son.
© Christina 1-07
Inspired by the ceremonies commemorating the new
facilities at Brooke Army
Medical Center, San Antonio, TX
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Awarded 3 February 2007
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