I Am Of You
Only God Knows How
I*m Gonna Miss You
Your Going Away After 18 Years
Of Living With Me
But Your Going For
A Good Reason
On This Fourth Of July
I Write This With Tears
But Never Forget
How Much I Love You
And Will Miss You
Every Hour Of Every Day
I Love You~Mom
pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Air Force Man saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young,
so tall,
so proud,
With hair cut square
and eyes alert
He*d stand out in any crowd.
many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers* tears?
How many pilots*
planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were
soldiers* graves?
No, freedom isn*t free.
I heard the sound of
Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant "Amen,
When a flag had
draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all
the children,
Of the mothers
and the wives,
Of fathers,
sons and husbands
sisters and brothers
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn*t free.