Across the Spartan mountains, a classical terrain, <br /> there stands mother dressed in black, for Andrew who waits, <br /> He went to fight the foes of the world, the Nazis and their troops <br /> and he got caught, and or died or lived in concentration camps. <br /> Each passenger that passes by throughout the mountain paths, <br /> she looks across examining to see if one of them is her son <br /> "Andrew..." she cries "Is that you? come back home my boy!" <br /> for you were my only son my life's love and joy". <br /> Then years passed and she waits and then twenty four, <br /> she aged standing in the path that she had started young.<br /><br />Sophia Demas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/andrew-s-mother/
