If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
Rudyard Kipling
Amen!
From “Epitaphs of the War 1914 – 1918”
AN ONLY SON
I have slain none except my Mother.
She (Blessing her slayer) died of grief for me.
Our soldier son called from Japan. He changed his facebook profile pic to one of his Mother and himself taken on the sunny day he graduated Ranger School.
He also posted a video of his brigade’s return from Afghanistan saying that that is what Mother’s Day means to him.
“They also serve who only stand and wait.”