Tears For Her Boy

A mother sits by a graveside,
Tears rolling from her eyes
She doesn’t know the reasons,
The what fors or the whys.

Men who wear their business suits,
Who only care for oil and cash,
Sent her son to faraway shores,
Where he was taken in a flash.

She doesn’t care about the wars,
Being fought in foreign lands,
She doesn’t know the reasons why,
He was killed on foreign sands.

She wants to know the reasons why,
The world has wars at all,
She wants to know the reason,
He answered the bugles’ call.

Wars aren’t at all romantic,
The way the comic books say,
It’s all violence death and murder,
And taking young lives away.

So now she sits beside him,
In a world of eternal pain,
A mother’s tears for her boy,
She’ll never hold again.

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I am a father of 6 children who has had a love of poetry for many years.It wasn't until my fire was rekindled by a fellow poet,good mate and a man who gave me lots of advice at the start,Darren Scanlon.In just over a year i have written 50 poems of all types and am hoping later this year (2015) to publish my first book.
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Randall Smith
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Well said. reminds me of a verse I had in a poem I wrote in 1969:

It isn’t a war,
It’s just goodwill.
Explain it to a mother
Or a widowed young girl.

These are the people that have to live with the price of a war. Well done

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