A headstone bearing a mother's love,
Can be found in a far flung cemetery grove.
It tells of the love for her soldier boy,
Whose life by man's hate did surly destroy.
They both are gone now, it was long ago,
Stone carved words read poignantly slow.
The warmth of the evening countered my heart,
Which was chilled when I read the mother's rapport.
A broken-down woman who cherished her boy,
Must have smiled on her lap and given her joy.
I pondered a while on the way he had died,
An honourable death to his mother was lied.
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