To The Women Of Vietnam Poem by Ken Lambert

Sleep now, sleep long,
Close your weary eyes.
Put away the sound of death,
Ignore the woeful cries

And though they fall from your lips
That sad and mournful sound
A noise that echoes over that
Of the choppers landing ‘round

We’ll sit and share our memories.
You’ll talk and be my friend.
I’ll light up your last cigarette
And wait until the end.

Then I’ll give you a small gift
And place it on your chest.
I’ll close your eyes and lay you back
Into your eternal rest.

A rose to wipe away the pain.
To stop the flowing blood.
A small bouquet of flowers
To cleanse the sweat and mud.