Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

The Price of Freedom

A ghostly image of a soldier

stood in the background,

as a mother with a babe in her

arms stood by a grave site.

 

She lowly whispered, "Father

this is your son. Son this is your

father. He gave his life so that

others might live."

 

Now she is alone, but she

will survive. She will raise

this child without the aid

of others. This child will

grow to be a strong man,

because his mother was strong.

 

 

Shirley Smothers

Request permission to use this poem
Written by
shirley-smothers
Published
Sep 15, 2011
Lines·Words
15·80
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell shirley-smothers how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write