Gold Star Mothers
We Gold Star Mothers, seen looking today through a sheen.
We who were saddened, ere the truce of 1918.
We were glad to see the return of the other brave boys
Our sorrow, momentarily eased, by their gladness and noise.
We saw them greeted by happy mothers,
as they marched gaily along
And then we thought of our own dear sons,
they had left behind
We were glad to see them march gaily to the music and song
But it made our tears fall so thickly, they made us blind.
We thought of our own boys, who fought so bravely, and fell
On the blood stained battlefields, in the cold muddy trench
Causing us a sorrow, no tongue can possibly tell
And no show of pomp or glory, can ever quench.
We think of the many saddened mothers of today
As they watch their sons, march so blithely away.
Will they be called upon to suffer, so bitterly as we?
Or will their boys come back, and gladness they’ll see?
May our sad lot be spared these brave mothers, we pray,
Tho’ our sons fell for their country, on a foreign main
May their brave sons bring back our proud emblem and say
We finished their victory, they died not in vain.
These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.