By: Cedric McClester

Mothers of the dead
United in their grief
The pain they share in common
Offers no relief
From the nagging question
Did they have to die
In the way they did
They're just asking why

Mothers of the dead
Hear them as they cry
Looking up to God
For the answer why

Mothers of the dead
Want so to believe
It wasn't all in vain
Small comfort as they grieve
Still they have to wonder
Through their pain and doubt
Was it necessary for us to go that route

Mothers of the dead
Are each handed a flag
A token from our country
Their heavy hearts still sag
From the weight of sorrow
They've been made to bear
Their sense of loss and pride
Is equaled by despair


(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.