223 SENIOR POEM, SECOND PLACE Karina Benson Mothers of War Oh mothers of the soldiers Who marched so bravely off to war, How did you manage to gather the strength To let them walk out the door? It must have been so hard for you To watch them walk away, Not knowing if they'd come home at all, Much less return unscathed. You were the ones who hurt the most, Oh mothers of the war, Waiting, worrying, for your children As they braved the raging storms. In gruelling conditions, they did 昀ght, Through violence so profound, But with valiant honour they fought for their home, And for that you can be proud. I'm thankful that some lucky few Were able to make it home And return at last to your waiting arms, Not having to suffer alone. But to the mothers who were met With sorrow and despair When you found out you'd lost your child To the horrors of warfare, I'm so sorry for your loss And for the hurt that you endure.
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