a mother's silent pain
Guest Poems > Marisela W.
A Mother’s Silent Pain
Cry I must not, my sons are in training..
Cry I must not, my sons are at war..
Cry I must not, when the fateful telegram comes..
Cry I must not, when my youngest is dead...
Cry I must not, my sons are at war..
Cry I must not, when the fateful telegram comes..
Cry I must not, when my youngest is dead...
Cry I must not for this is my duty..
Cry I must not, for this is the way..
Cry I must not, for this is for freedom..
Cry I must not, for then truly they are dead.
Cry I must not, for this is the way..
Cry I must not, for this is for freedom..
Cry I must not, for then truly they are dead.
© 1999 Marisela W.