Every Mother's Son
J Joyce Hemsley
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Her 'son and heir' has gone to war
To open freedom's magic door
And rid the world of terrorism
For today and evermore.
But hours of night are cold and long
Whilst family waits for his return.
Mother keeps the warm fires burning
Until the awesome battle's won.
How oft' she prays that her son will be
Coming home from across the sea
And joyous words fly on the breeze
~~It's Victory with Dignity~~
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