1945 Hale Boys

A quick poem i had to come up with for school...
They were having a slam poetry thing


News of the war breaks loose like wildfire
A mother rest on her old wooden porch
Watching as her three sons scuffle in the yard
Reading letters given to her that autumn afternoon
                A drafting
Her fingers tremble at the word
"Just some lousy papers" she thinks

Calling those boys in sometime later
They sit and eat supper
                       Not knowing
It's their last as a family together
They notice that something is wrong
That same look in her eyes

She looks at those boys of hers
Jack, Richard, and William
Too young, not even twenty
Tears well in her eyes
As she is reminded of her husband
Who was lost at this same war
Not wanting the same for her babies

She has no choice
Taking the papers from her apron
She gently places them among the table

As dusk settles to dawn
The deuces arive to take them away
        With little rest
They are all in their finest
Mother straightens ther collars
And places sweet kisses on each boys cheek
        For the last time

Her heart in the pit of her stomach
        Waving good bye
         To those boys
That night she falls to her knees!
Pleading!! Blaming God!!
But knowing deep down it is'nt his fault

Weeks pass and she gets three letters
All from different places and platoons
Reading of the adventures they are having
        She writes back

News of the war worsens
     She worries
  Monthes and Monthes
   She hears nothing

         Then...
On a morning she will never forget
  She is awakened by four loud knocks
Opening the door, stands three men
    Two western union men
    One preacher
She fells to the old wooden porch
  A steady stream of soft tears
    Streaking down her face

        Three letters
 But not the ones she was expecting
             K.I.A
             K.I.A
             K.I.A
  As time transends, maturing into years
     There on the porch
     She sits and waits
Knowing they arent comming home
 But that she will soon
 Be comming home to them