From one mothers point of viewA Poem by Andrew Hawkins
I used to be a mother,
'til my sons got took away. And it's with the greatest irony, I found out on this day. You see it was three years ago, I found out they won't be back, they died together brothers, on the streets of old Iraq. So this day for me is different, and I know I'm not alone. I join a group of shattered moms, who's children won't be home. But I know my sons they think of me, looking down from up above, though I'll never get another card, I'll always have their love. So to all the moms out there I say, be your children young or old, their love will far outlast, any card or gift you hold. I know I'll see them when I die, then once more they'll take my hand. Until then, mothers old and new, love your children while you can. © 2010 Andrew HawkinsAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 12, 2010 Last Updated on July 12, 2010 AuthorAndrew HawkinsRichibucto, New Brunswick, CanadaAboutWhile the jury is still out about life beginning at 40 it seems, for me at least, poetry began at 40. Other than the enforced scribblings of a young child I haven't written poetry for thirtysomethi.. more..Writing
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