Warren A. Gasink Poems

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Our Mother's Faith

Mother lived her joy of life.
"The Book" to us she read.
Caringly she gave to us
Breath and daily bread.

Our Wasted Dead

Faceless, nameless, anonymous dead
Lie quiet where they fought and died.
They gave their minds and souls for us.
Then they gave their lives.

My Enemy's Walls

I'm glaring at walls that stifle me.
Crushing, wounding, disabling me,
MS, so limiting my enemy
Steals my strength and my energy.