Soldier's Mom

Written by: Jerry Garcia
                   5/23/2012

MOTHER'S DAY

Ancient mother, in her cushioned chair,

sits by the fireplace with a distant stare.

Swirling smoke forms columns of dreams, 

memories of what had once been.

Amid the haze and fire he appears,

just as he was back so many years.

A soldier- he was, brave and strong,

killed by a bullet from the Viet Cong.

In a place faw away, he had gone,

a mountain top, with a name Khe Sahn.

A battle that lasted months they say...

after winning, we just turned and gave it away.

Actions such as these common to war,

guided by men with silver stars.

Tears now flow. A price that's paid,

as she reads his card from second grade.

 

-day 153