Happy Mother's Day, 2004, 2005, 2006, & 2007, 2008, 2009, and 2010!

This is a page honoring our Moms and devoted to helping describe who they are and were,
how they felt, how they endured, and how they helped us to endure and make the best
of it without the Husband and Father we'll miss for the rest of our lives.

 

ONE LOVE

When other children ran to two,
I ran to only one,
Two pairs of arms for other kids,
two hearts to lean upon.

But, I had one who came for me,
One love to see me through;
And though some kids may wish for more,
One love made up for two.

You always filled the empty space
Left when there's only one.
I'd turn around and see your face,
I never felt alone.

The love you've shown me as I've grown
Has always seen me through;
And if I had to have just one,
I'm glad that one was you.

 

The poem above was written by Judith Bond in 1988.
Submitted by Joanne Lothrop Crandall, only daughter of
Maj. Robert B. Lothrop, Killed October 15, 1944 on the "hellship" Arisan Maru.

 

REMEMBERING


Go ahead and mention my child
The one that died, you know.

Don't worry about hurting me further.
The depth of my pain doesn't show.

Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.

Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I hide.

I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending he didn't exist.

I'd rather you mention my child,
Knowing that he has been missed.

You asked me how I was doing,
I say "pretty good" or "fine."

But healing is something ongoing,
I feel it will take a lifetime.

 

The poem above was written by an Unknown Author.
Submitted by Ginger Lynch Nichols, only child of PFC Robert Lynch,
Company C 1st Battalion, 36th Armored Infantry Regiment 3rd Armored Division,
KIA August 13, 1944, Mayanee, France

 

SOMETHING OF YOU

Something of you follows on my way.
A way that would be ours if life were right;
Something of you blazes through the day
And something of you fills the quiet night.

Something of you lingers in my heart
To keep the fires of love still burning there.
For you and me alone, our shrine apart,
a bourne that in my memory we share.

On and on far out into the sea
Life carries me when I would be with you;
On and on time flows relentlessly,
As though to draw me past the things we knew.

But nothing through all the years can dim the stars
That came into my world when love was ours.

 

The poem above was written by Elizabeth Frost Peirson.
Submitted by Rik Peirson, only child of Elizabeth and 1LT John Silas Sheffield Peirson
Company L, 3rd Battalion, 290th Infantry Regiment, 75th Infantry Division,
KIA December 25, 1944, at La Roumiere Hill, in Belgium.

 

MILITARY MOMS

This year on Mother's Day
We should think of offspring lost
And Mothers of all those Troops
Who paid the ultimate cost.

They've watched Sons and Daughters
Sent off to a foreign land
To fight wars and give their all
Their fate was never planned.

But no matter what the reasons
They've always stepped up to the line
To give their lives for Freedoms
Enjoyed by yours and mine.

We must Honor all the Mothers,
Of all those who have Served
And the Sacrifices that they have made,
With our "Thanks!" so well deserved.

It takes a very Special Lady
To let Her Child go off to War
Or just to join the Military
With the pride and fear and more.

There's too many Gold Star Mothers
And if you might know of one
Please send Her a special wish
To praise Her Daughter or Son.

Military Moms are the Greatest
With a strength beyond compare
Who hope and pray their loved one
Comes Home safe from over there.

So, let's keep them in our thoughts
And hope their prayers come true
All those Moms and all those Troops
Who stand Strong and Proud, and True.

 

The poem above is by "Anonymous" – and was submitted by Nick Mott
"In honor of my grandmother, and my father . . . and yours. I'd like to share
the poem with all of you, who walk in my shoes, and understand."
Nick is the son of PFC Garner William Mott, KIA 7 May '45 on Okinawa.

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