For nine months she labours, her baby appears. <br />She suckles and nurtures and struggles for years. <br />With love and affection, she helps her child grow <br />Until the day comes when she has to let go. <br />He's standing before her, so handsome and tall. <br />Amongst all the others he's tallest of all. <br />He goes off to fight, to serve for his faction. <br />But loses his life - she's told 'Lost in action' <br />The letter she reads with tears in her eyes. <br />He's left her for good, no farewells, no goodbyes. <br />Her hand holds his medal, that's all that there is. <br />For the lifetime she gave, for her son to have his. <br />He gave up his life, to give freedom to others, <br />But nought can compare with the love of all mothers.<br /><br />Charles Reginald Simpson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mothers-love-15/
