Thursday, February 16, 2012

THE HERO'S MOM



The wind sings him a song,
dancing with fabric of his life,
swaying his torture for viewing
or ignoring, depending
on the wars brewing
in minds of passersby.
Mom constructed homage.
But she cannot pay enough,
to purchase bygone joys
of little child, playing grown up
games that can't be won.
Now both his spirit and her heart rest
cemented, iron clad,
wishing for the never was,
while stagnated eagles watch,
yearning to fly.



Several miles from my house, this monument was constructed in the front yard of a house. I don't know these neighbors, nor the story behind the monument. I have briefly talked to an elderly woman there, which led me to imagine the monument is for her son.

16 comments:

  1. playing grown up games that cant be won...aint that the truth...she honors the troops...i appreciate that and wish our leaders did the same sometimes...

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  2. Her honouring of the troops and her son is admirable, and sad as well as it seems she is more often alone in it than in good company. Wonderful write!

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  3. Those left behind fight battles as great as those at war. Well written.

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  4. The first two lines are so lovely... and:

    little child, playing grown up
    games that can't be won

    http://lkkolp.wordpress.com/2012/02/16/from-broken-shell-to-mosaic/

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  5. Wow, indeed. Society asks them to go and die, bestows the honor of hero, yet the sadness of those left without the hero are tragically sad. The following lines saddened me so much:

    Now both his spirit and her heart rest
    cemented, iron clad,
    wishing for the never was,
    while stagnated eagles watch,
    yearning to fly.

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  6. *Tears*

    A worthy honoring."


    Aloha from Waikiki
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  7. Beautiful tribute to both the soldier and mom, Myrna. Heroes, both. Nicely done.

    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/02/16/one-hell-of-a-ride-3/

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  8. sometimes the mom's of those heroes are even the bigger heroes...like maybe all mothers are...a beautiful tribute myrna..was jumping for joy when i saw you in the pub..

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  9. How very moving, Myrna....I can't begin to imagine what Moms go through. My Dad and his brother were in the Army. Long after both of them had retired, my grandmom on her death bed kept talking about how she would 'break the news' to my Mom...she was imagining that my Dad was killed in the war. How much of herself she had invested in praying for her sons....

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  10. A clever little poem that was both a joy to read and a very moving experience. I congratulate you on it.

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  11. i have a friend who is a Patriot Guard, so I hear a lot about this,, very good depiction of these emotions

    pedestal ivory goddess

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  12. Sensitive, beautiful write. You really put yurself into the heart of that mother.

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  13. Such beauty...so many have their monuments wishing for the never was

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  14. Hello.
    Very touching post Myrna.
    Beautiful photo too.
    Thanks for sharing.

    Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn...

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  15. Well done. These young soldiers make us think of what is important and challenge what we hold dear. May it always be each other.

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  16. The soldiers are really the real heroes of any country and I just praise their patriotism so grossly...they really us hope of peace and sustainability and I just wanna salute their courage...!!

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