There is a flag on the door, and joy left on the floor, <br />A woman sobs all day long crying to the tune of an old song <br /> <br />A voice cries “Where is he, Where is he? ” <br />This voice haunts the woman and emphasizes all her wants <br /> <br />There is letter in the mail that tells the tail <br /> <br />She opens the letter asking…. <br /> <br />“where is he, where is he.” <br /> <br />There is a baby cold and lonely, lonely to come <br />With tears that are not formed yet, nor even a thought <br />In a cradle to the side longing for the second face…… <br /> <br />The letter answered the woman……….. <br /> <br />“Your husband died a glorious death, and lived a humble life, <br />And yet now we grieve to see that this man is dead” <br /> <br /> <br /> How will the child be fed?<br /><br />johann weiss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-ballad-to-the-soldier/
