My Dear Son,David
How Very Proud
I Am Of You
Only God Knows How
I'm Gonna Miss You
Your Going Away After 18 Years
Of Living With Me
But Your Going For
A Good Reason
On This Fourth Of July
I Write This With Tears
But Never Forget
How Much I Love You
And Will Miss You
Every Hour Of Every Day
I Love You~Mom
FREEDOM ISN'T FREE!
I watched the flag
pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Air Force Man saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young,
so tall,
so proud,
With hair cut square
and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how
many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots'
planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were
soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of
Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant "Amen,
When a flag had
draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all
the children,
Of the mothers
and the wives,
Of fathers,
sons and husbands
sisters and brothers
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
