A young mother waits lonely, <br /> But with war it didn’t start. <br />It began with a with a duty, <br /> To country and heart. <br />With her husband at war, <br /> Things are not as they seem. <br />Lonely days are without end, <br /> Like its some kind of dream. <br />It seems even living, <br /> Gets more difficult each day. <br />And in each daily letter. <br /> Things are harder to say. <br />No more grand parades, <br /> No excitement to bring. <br />Even so if there were, <br /> It wouldn’t change a thing. <br />Alone with no husband, <br /> No family and no friends, <br />Just another young mother, <br /> Alone in the end. <br /> <br />1/31/05<br /><br />Gary Bryson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-young-mother-waits-lonely/
