My Child Has Gone to War
I am a mother, wise
To the ways of war and death
Trust me, not
To save you, though I wish it
I can only warn of pain
Never but always felt
Of fires, bright
Though never seen
And sorrow.

One dark melody
The strangled song of mothers
Eons back
Who watched
And waited.

Trust me, not
To stop you, though I wish to
Long to feel what you’ll know
I cry and sing the dark song
As you go.

Though wise to the ways of birth and death
I cannot feel the scourges you will feel
But a mother’s gift
Is to remember
Then
To help her child forget

And only hope
That some day
For one soft forgiving moment
You do.

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