Warren A. Gasink Poems

Mother lived her joy of life.
"The Book" to us she read.
Caringly she gave to us
Breath and daily bread.
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Faceless, nameless, anonymous dead
Lie quiet where they fought and died.
They gave their minds and souls for us.
Then they gave their lives.
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I'm glaring at walls that stifle me.
Crushing, wounding, disabling me,
MS, so limiting my enemy
Steals my strength and my energy.
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