The Fallen

As The Dust Settles,
In The Morning Sun.
A Brave Soldier,
Under Fire,
No Where To Run.

His Mother,
Sits At Home
Staring At,
The Silent Phone.

His Thoughts,
The love of her Embrace,
While The Danger,
Is Face To Face.

Sitting Silent,
She Sheds A Tear,
Shrouded In Fear,
Awaiting A Knock,,
Of That Indelable Spear.

He Screams In Pain.
As He Is Shot,
She Sits In A Stare,
A Troubled Glare,
Beyond Compare.

The Same Shot,
Hits Her Heart.
She Screams,
A Bad Dream,
Then Awakens.

As His Coffin Nears,
Her Final Tear,
Frozen,
Upon Her Face.
A Final Embrace.


Then A Smile,
Knowing,They Were Never Apart,
The Thousands Of Miles,
Always Bound
As One Heart.

Joseph Allen
01/22/05