She sobs silently
Her gentle heart broken
Her gray hair frayed.
As her only son lies in the ground.
Gently resting.
He signed up patriotically
Came back in a flag covered box
His father's glee came crashing down when war broke all the hearts.
Here he now lies.
Gently resting.
His face twists in pain no more.
His eyes cry no more tears.
His blood trickles like rain off his skin no more
No more does he fight for survival.
He is
Gently Resting.
The graveyard is full now.
Fields of white mark where they rest.
He was a son
America's son
He isn't the only one.
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Heather Collier
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