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Every Mother's Son
by Candida L Eittreim

Saturday, November 08, 2003

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I think.. in our hatred and fear of a faceless enemy, we forget somewhere a mother cries, just as we do, when she loses her son


Our sons have no colour nor creed

these men who wear the flag of their lands with such pride

we carried deep inside our bodies safe

with such love...


They are every mother's son

named at birth

someones child...


there are no faceless bastards here

only someones son,

fighting in wars no one wants

as mothers watch, weeping in agony

seeing our children slaughter each other mercilessly.


We musn't forget, in anger and hate

that somewhere another mother grieves

her son bleeding slowly... dying by inches

defendng his ancestral home.


If war has a colour..

it is the rich crimson of death.

it gouts from torn flesh the same way for us all.


every mother's son

belongs to us all

as we weep for our dead children

no matter where they are

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Reviewed by Fr. Kurt Messick 11/14/2003
strongly written
Reviewed by Ian Thorpe 11/13/2003
A powerful and dramatic reminder of the pointlessness of war Candy.
Reviewed by Crystal-Rain Love 11/10/2003
Very true, Very beautiful, Very sad. Excellent poem.
Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader) 11/10/2003
Heartwrenching write, candy!

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 11/9/2003
heartwrenching write; very well done, candida; this really got to me. (((HUGS))) and much love, your texas friend, karen lynn. :(
Reviewed by E. Richardson 11/9/2003
So very true, Candida...add to that the horrors faced by those who survive...the memories and dreams that gnaw at them for the rest of their lives...
This is a profoundly sad but very real write...outstanding job.
Reviewed by Evelyn Simon 11/8/2003
So profound, and a beautifully written poem.
Reviewed by E T Waldron 11/8/2003
An honest and timely reminder! May we all learn from it, and remember!
Reviewed by Zenith Elliott 11/8/2003
So much truth and wisdom in these words...anyone who has a child or children can feel this poem! Thank you for posting this...~Z~
Reviewed by A PAX 11/8/2003
oh ty for son is a marine
Reviewed by Jim Dunlap 11/8/2003
Wars are mostly the folly of testosterone-driven madmen, like the one we are in right now. Good job.
Reviewed by Latorial Faison 11/8/2003
Candida, thanks for commenting on my poetry in recent days. I picked this poem not knowing that it was written by you; however, it was refreshing to find out that it was.

I was really attracted to the title, and you have outdone yourself within the poem. You grasp the painstaking reality of what this war means.

I am writing a poem on a similar theme for my mother-in-law right now as my husband, her son, is at war in Iraq with his battalion from Ft. Hood.

I could feel each word in every line, and I think this is a wonderful poem. You capture the essence of what every mother feels who has seen her son taken by war.

I think that America has forgotten what death is; it has forgotten that war begets death (on both sides). Sometimes we can be our own wrorst enemy.

No news is good news for a mother who has lost her son in this war.
Keep on writing. I really enjoyed this poem. Great job!

Latorial Faison, Poet & Author
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 11/8/2003
Wisdom at its best. Great write!
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