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War's Lullabye
by Clara Mae GregoryThe son sleeps
while the pain seeps
from a mother's
fractal heart.
Her anguish leaks
tenaciously
from the wounds
of the grim reaper.
Another war's
lullabye starts.
04/23/2011 Posted on 04/23/2011
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/24/11 at 12:29 AM ...great juxtapositions of a lullabye and a war-torn son...real but one is soft and pretty, the other hard and ugly. |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 04/24/11 at 05:40 AM great poem i appreciate the simplicity universality. |
| Posted by Sam Richmond on 04/24/11 at 09:15 AM Morning Clara;
I think that in general women are too wise for war. They see through the posturing to the great loss. Mothers especially are victims of war. Your poem gives staggering insight into the pains of both the mother and the son. Well done.
Sam |
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