A Child Soldier's Mother
"The son goes to war and the mother hears no more"
by
Mary Michael
(Daughter of a Fepow)
He was a child before he went to War A son, a brother with a lot to live for He went to school to learn to read and write That's before he was taught to be a soldier and fight
He had a mother, father, sisters and brothers Aunts, uncles and cousins amongst so many others Life was full with the job of growing up Totally unaware that a war was about to erupt
Who does know what the future does hold About which so many tales will be told Enjoy the innocence of being a child With memories of being unruly and wild
Be a good son to your father and mother And to their children be a big brother For when you grow up and home do leave The rest of your family is going to grieve
For your country wants you to serve With courage and a whole lot of nerve In a far off country so forlorn Nothing like home and the land you were born
You long for the past your mother's soft touch And you surely don't like this war very much Memories of family and a much better time Long before you came a prisoner of no crime
Your family long for news of your fate Won't have that until a much later date Taken a prisoner by those who don't care And this information they will refuse to share
Your mother for your safety will pray Her thoughts and worry making her gray Not knowing or hearing with nothing to say Just coping and hoping for a much better day
Her son is missing and that's all she knows A fear in her heart relentlessly grows The pain of not knowing takes it toil As her son is a prisoner of war on a faraway soil
Her oldest son was sent off to war Following him, two more Leaving behind a mother to worry and fret Hoping for the peace she will not yet get
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