He stood there beneath the chandelier, As she descended the old staircase. From her eye fell a glistening tear, Although a smile graced her wrinkled face. Her son was home from the war at last, And her prayers had been answered, it seemed. But many worrisome days had passed, Along with the troubled nights she had dreamed. Unconsciously, his limbs she counted, And ran her damp eyes over his form. Those dire thoughts she now discounted, For he’d returned to her safe from harm. Soldiers alone do not fight the wars, For the struggle is shared by others. And it matters not how just a cause, Wars take their toll on wives and mothers. ~ © RickMack (jotoma@bellsouth.net) ~ Photograph by Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com) December 8, 2003 If you use my graphics, please add my button and a link to this website. http://www.geocities/writerswinter2004/ Download the zip file of images and create your own page. ~ZIP FILE~ If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Bring Them Home Safely The Miracles Of Winter Alice Yellow Gown And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Winter 2004 Index