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The Price of Freedom-(extended version)

A ghostly image of a soldier

stood in the background,

as a mother with a babe in her

arms stood by a grave site.

 

She lowly whispered, "Father

this is your son. Son this is your

father. He gave his life so that

others might live."

 

Now she is alone, but she

will survive. She will raise

this child without the aid

of others. This child will

grow to be a strong man,

because his mother was strong.

 

Shirley Smothers

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Shirley Smothers

Wed 23rd Nov 2011 18:28

This poem has been accepted for publication in "Flowers and Vortexes X11" at promiseoflight.org

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Sat 18th Jun 2011 09:55

I had to read this. The last line is good....

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