The Song is: "All For Love"

Mothers are such a precious Gift
Especially to a Son.

She holds the magic in her womb
A new life there begun

So small in detail is the print
So tiny is the heart

That beats so strong within his chest
And yet it's just the start.

For as he grows into a man
His roots much stronger be

And branches out to just protect
Each dream upon her tree.

No stronger bond is witnessed still
The love he carries deep

And whispers her name as Angels come
You will not see him weep.

A combat Soldier knows this well
He's seen it many times

And talked with many on the 'Wall'
In 58,000 lines.

But if his Mother passes first
I hope the Angels hear

Last words upon the lips of Mom
My son..I love you Dear.

Thanks to 'Rosie' who sent this..

The Angels came for Mama
September 23rd, 1983

Mama

Poem written by; Lois Adams
Dedicated to her Mother

As oft I remember my younger years,
Of childhood thoughts and dreams.
I still remember Mama,
As yesterday it seems.

She would stand at the kitchen window,
Gazing up the road.
Watching oh so patiently,
Though on her face the worry showed.

She'd be standing there watching,
As we hurried off to school.
And she'd be there patiently waiting,
In the evening , it seemed the rule.

And as we all grew older,
Though we'd forget and be late.
Mama would stay right there at that window,
Patiently stand and wait.

As one by one we all left home,
To start lives of our own.
Mama still stands at the window,
Waiting for us to come home.

I know one day she'll be waiting,
And watching up the hill.
And Mama will see the Angles,
Step up on the window ceil.

And I know when she gets to heaven,
Her mansion will have a big window ceil.
And Mama will stand there waiting,
For her children to come up the hill.

Written for Mama
for Mothers Day 1975

A Mothers Love

I know of the pain you're going through
And loneliness you feel within.
The dreaded phone call in the middle of the night.
Those sleepless nights don't end!
A Mother's love cannot be measured,
No ruler is tall enough.
She's in your heart, whether near or far
And will always be a part
Of who you are, and what you've become
Because of her love and caring.
Your mind is spinning out of control,
And you heart is literally tearing.

Memories flood your mind while wishing you could be
Right by her side to see her through.
But understand, God knows your heart,
And believe me, your Mother does too!

From the very day she gave you birth,
And beyond the end of time
A Mother's love cannot be matched
No matter how one tries.
Forgiving is her gentle heart
No matter what she endures.
Her love for you shall always be
Sweet and gentle and pure.

Emptiness is all a part of what a child feels.
And somehow, this just doesn't seem real.
Just lean on those who understand,
lean on those who care.
They'll be there from the very start,
and offer up a prayer.

1-29-99 from 'Nita

A Prayer

Dedicated to11bravovet.

Dear God, Why?
I'm not ready to be a motherless child,
and I need a host of angels to help me fly.

Fear of my mother's love lost,
leaves me broken and on the river, tossed.

God, It's not fair!
What did she do to deserve this pain?
And haven't I given you my share?

This isn't happening to me,
and I refuse to believe.

God, You are Good.
But why must I suffer again with a loss?
And haven't I done all that I should?

As my pain comes out in a shout,
I spill my anger to the sky just to let it out.

God, I believe in You.
But why test me now?
You may want my mother, but I need her too.

I would give You all my gifts,
bargaining to keep my mother's tender kiss.

God, You are the Healer.
Please touch my mother,
and from me, don't steal her.

The darkness weighs heavy on me,
dragging my bleeding heart for all to see.

God, You are Love.
But I need Your angels now,
so send them from above.

As I shut myself away,
I need them to hear what I say.

God, hear my plea!
Surround me with Your angels,
just so I can believe.

Let them whisper gently to me,
opening my heart to understand and see.

God, You bring peace.
And I need to feel it,
as I grieve, needing a release.

Angels with wings of gold,
will hold me up, or so I've been told.

God, No!
I'm not ready to be a motherless child,
as You can see from the tears in my eye.

Angels sent from on high,
will give me the strength,
yet I need my mother,
by my side.

God, take this burden away.
For I'm not strong,
in spite of what others may say.

My mother needs my strength now,
and I need an angel to show me how.

Dear God, help me.
Don't allow me to shut myself off,
for then, angels I won't hear or see.

And I know they are there,
wanting to reach out and give me care.

Dear God, Why?
I'm not ready to be a motherless child,
and I need a host of angels to help me fly.
by Jausten,
©February 3, 1999

Remember The Day

David:
I am also a Vietnam Vet., 57th Transportation Company. Quang Tri (10 miles south of the DMZ) February 1970 to March 1971. I try not to think about it or talk about it in order to keep what little sanity I have. We lost two men who I served with from 144mm rocket attacks that came every 7 to 10 days.
Their names are on the Wall.

I hear a song sometimes and the words always bring tears to my eyes.
I call it a memorial to all Mothers that lost Sons in Vietnam.
As we approach Mother's Day next month, I hope these mothers understand, that all Mothers who have lost children, also share their grief.
These are the words to the song:

I saw her from a distance
As she walked up to the Wall.
In her hand she held some flowers
As the tears began to fall.

She took out pen and paper
As to trace her memories
As she looked up to the heavens,
The words she said were these.

She said, "Lord my boy was special,
He meant so much to me,
And I'd sure love to see him,
Just one more time, You see."

"All I have are the memories,
And the moments to recall."
"So Lord would you please tell him,
He's more than a name on the Wall."

She said she really missed his family,
And being home on Christmas Day.
He died for God and Country,
In a place so far away.

I remember just a little boy,
Playing War when he was three.
But , Lord..this time..I know,
He's not coming home to me.

Author "Uknown"
As sent by: Dan Hester

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