Monday, January 15, 2007

My Son

My Son
by Jane White Chamberlain

"My son," she says, as they meet for a minute,
"Is fighting now in the South Pacific."
"My son," the other says,
"Is stationed somewhere near Suez"

"My son -- my son -- my son" one hears
As buses stop with shift of gears,
While 'cross the counter of the stores
Brief bits of news as cannons roar.

"My son -- my son -- my son," they say,
Who carry the cross -- 'tis they who pray.

Jane White Chamberlain
with two sons serving in the Army Air Corp during WW II,
my father John and his brother Curt.

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