The one o'clock news spoke of British casualties
three more lost broken bodies to be returned home
I heard the news and stumbled…
what of my love…?
what of my brave young man that had gone to war…?
my heart pounded…
my mind raced a million miles an hour…
I could not breathe…
my legs crumbled till I sat weeping on the floor
“please God… not my son…
not my treasured and adored one…?
I screamed out in pain…
then they spoke their names…
it was NOT my son…
not my treasured and adored one…
tears of joy fell easily from my eyes
but what of the other boys…?
those lost…
whose broken bodies soon will come home for the last time
whose families will greet them with sorrow and pride
“thank you God it was not my son that died”
but how I cried for those that had lost their loved ones
their treasured and adored sons…
