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Freedom is to Sweetness-
by Lisa Hilbers
Monday, May 28, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Freedom is to Sweetness-
Just as I always did, before I sat down,
I straightened out the wrinkles of your spread-
and just for that moment I felt your warmth,
the warmth on the pillow where you once laid your head
I took a deep breath, and let it out real slow,
as though I were inhaling your precious life-
On your wall right above the bed, was a photo-
in it, a pretty young thing, you said would be your wife
Through silence of the morning a song appears,
Tim McGraws’ “If your reading this, I’m already home,”
Tears fill my eyes, roll off my cheeks to the floor-
in a puddle at my feet, lay my heart forevermore
Oh my Dearest Son, I’ll remember you always,
not just one day of the year-
It’s not your death but your life I’ll celebrate,
by refusing to live in fear
Freedom is to sweetness; As the price is to bitterness,
we’ll drink heartily from each cup this day-
Remembering every drop of blood that’s been shed-
while holding the enemy at bay
© Lisa Hilbers
May 28, 2007
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| Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot |
7/2/2007 |
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Yes those lines below mentioned are hard hitting, but a must for suriving the sorrow of mourning.
It's been a while Lisa, I havent read your work, my fault entirely.
I well remember the sweet encouragement given me after a certain write which allowed me entrance to a mutual friends site. I am still more than grateful for this, T Bob is a good friend.
I hope you are well, hope to read you again soon,
Love Ch'erie |
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| Reviewed by Pamela garner |
6/16/2007 |
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A very heartfelt and touching write. My heart is with you and all those who are fighting this war as well as those here waithing for them.
Love, Pamela |
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| Reviewed by E. Richardson |
6/15/2007 |
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Lisa this is...in a word, exceptional.
A fitting dedication and tribute, wirtten with powerful and unforgettabele emotion. |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bowling |
6/3/2007 |
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What a heart wrenching write my friend, you bring tears to my eyes, and a lump to my throat. Very powerful and moving, your words are gripping and tell the story from a perspective that many sometimes forget...for every soldier that looses their life, they leave behind someone who is mourning...powerful write, one that lingers on the thoughts of the reader!
Blessings,
Joyce B. |
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| Reviewed by Kathryn Collins |
5/30/2007 |
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Lisa,
what a heartwrenching piece. Each individual a different story - yet all the same. You'd hope remembrance might change actions.
love,
Kathy |
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| Reviewed by Phillip William Allen |
5/30/2007 |
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| Great pen that would honor any soldier past or present. |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
5/29/2007 |
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Lisa,
POWERFUL rememberance: it should not be just for Memorial Day, but EVERY day. If we value our freedoms, we need to thank those who have served, who are serving, who will serve in the future: you honor them with excellent verse. As a Veteran, I salute and thank you.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
5/28/2007 |
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This is bitterly painful and sweet with memories, Lisa. As always, you aced the topic and made me take one more heavy sigh and shed a few more tears. There are no words to take away the sting that comes with the loss of a child but perhaps the understanding that they perished defending our way of life, adds a speck of balance. Excellent offering!!
Take care,
Sherry |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
5/28/2007 |
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You bring tears to my eyes and sadness to my heart. In my soul I grieve for your young son and all who have fought valientely.......
Be safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
5/28/2007 |
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A tearstained poem for sure as it hits home knowing how for too many the words you share are real. We must all live our lives to the utmost, lest they not die in vain.
Fee |
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| Reviewed by F William Broome |
5/28/2007 |
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You've penned a classic in mourning a son. In whatever way possible, I wil mourn with you, Dear Heart of Caring. - Bill
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
5/28/2007 |
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Heartfelt tribute my friend!!
Something I can relate to so very well!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by George Thompson |
5/28/2007 |
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Very touching, Lisa. A great tribute to the memory of all who have served our country in the past, as well as present and also into the future.
Blessing,
George |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
5/28/2007 |
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It’s not your death, but your life I’ll celebrate
Truly heartfelt, Lisa, and a most powerful graphic. |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
5/28/2007 |
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| Lisa, this is a touching, heart-felt poem, and you've captured an emotional and stirring image of your son who fought and died for freedom. I join you in honoring your loving son with the thought that any gift we give toward the goodness of our fellowmen is virtue--everlasing--that will live on in the hearts of all. |
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