26 june 2012

The Price of Freedom

A gostly 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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