My mother <br />perceived to be a caring soul by the family <br />once received a telegram <br />from one of the services <br />marked urgent <br />caring not to think <br />about what it might contain <br />or inform her of <br />she placed it in a stack <br />with everything else left <br />unwashed <br />unread <br />unpaid <br />but filed neatly away in or on top of her desk <br />and to this day.....having never opened it <br />she still doesn't know <br />that her soldier son is missing____<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-in-action/
