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To a Gold Star Mother

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To a Gold Star Mother

By Christie Lund

Little mother, your heart was torn
By grief which you scarce could bear,
And we little wondered you should mourn
For him who gave “all” Over There.

But, faithful mother, I picture him there,
When the last dark moment came,
Longing to feel that you were near
And blessing your sacred name.

I picture him asking a God above
To give you comforting peace;
And let you know that he felt your love
In that hour of sweet release.

I picture him smiling happily,
Forgetful of self and pain,
Gladly giving his “all,” if we
Might know it was not in vain.
–
We know he was young, so sweetly young,
But he marches on in youth.
He still is singing as he always sung,
For he held aloft the truth.

(1927)

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One thought on “To a Gold Star Mother”

  1. Former Prime Minister Golda Meir said that the greatest heroes in any war are the women who step aside and, in faith, allow their men to go to war. This crusty old veteran agrees and prays for them every night.

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