I let you go as my heart broke in two
To see you standing in that crowded bus;
That took you and many more
So very far away from us.
Many months you spent across the sea
Fighting a war the world frowned upon;
Protestors were burning the Flag
While you offered your life, My Son.
My God protected you while there
As we prayed for you each day and night;
While the rest of the World
Left you and the others to end the fight.
While you fought over there for Liberty
And there were the Medals you earned;
But you returned to a cold, cold World
In a war that the public spurned.
You never talked about this time
And I know you still have troubled dreams;
You deserved so many more Thanks
From a cold, unfeeling World, it seems.
Some young men and women gave all
And even They got no acclaim;
Until many more years later
Which in essence seems so Lame.
Thank God You came home, My Son
No one will ever know My Pain;
Of seeing My Only Son go to war
I am Forever Grateful, You Returned Safely Again.
Cecelia M. Gross
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