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London,1954.
Those golden days would never return from heaven,
London in 1954,full of life,and a mother of two soldiers
A proud women with her head up above the stars,
The glory,the medals and the pride of serving the nation.
Borders engulf a lot of lives everyday,my two sons that day,
What would I do,either cry or make joy,I didnt know then,
Maybe the blood was used for the country and her people,
Keith and John made me a proud mom,my sons,you are immortal.
London in 1954,full of life,and a mother of two soldiers
A proud women with her head up above the stars,
The glory,the medals and the pride of serving the nation.
Borders engulf a lot of lives everyday,my two sons that day,
What would I do,either cry or make joy,I didnt know then,
Maybe the blood was used for the country and her people,
Keith and John made me a proud mom,my sons,you are immortal.
Published 30th Apr 2015
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30th Apr 2015 9:43pm
30th Apr 2015 11:06pm
"A proud woman with her head up above the stars." Her sons may well be aware of this, in their greater glory. Beautifully composed in a historical context.
1st May 2015 5:13am
mother of soldiers: it's a tremendous burden. your poem is raised like a flag & saluted...
1st May 2015 11:42pm
10th May 2015 6:04pm
