Mother's War (poem) by Michelle M Mead on AuthorsDen

Mother's War
by Michelle M Mead → (All Poetry by Michelle M Mead)
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This was inspired by a painting called "Iraqi Marketplace" by Suzy Shealy. I read her story in the latest issue of Guideposts, one of my favorite magazines, and was so inspired by her artwork and her story that I wrote this poem. Her artwork is incredibly moving, so if you want to check it out, click on the link below and to see the painting this is based on. http://www.suzyshealy.com/Iraqi%20giclee%20prints%20for%20sale.htm You can buy prints of her work there, too.
Remembered rubble of some slanted dreams prompted by another man’s foreign schemes and in between where rare silence settles long rest war vacant souls where shared love belongs to begin again amid cluttered ancient streets and erratic calls for our dear troops to retreat they stand side by side amid chaos and strife and attempt to build from it all a better life there are heroes there wearing army green and still others in a shaded black not seen mothers who love their children the same as you our mothers whose children die there, too it can be heard a politician’s distant booming voice crowds of extremists with calls for freedom’s choice alas both sing a song that comes at no personal cost but for the mothers whose soldier children are lost mother and child passing between broken down worlds mother and soldier duck beneath explosives whirled across joined skies lengthening in blues and blacks counting down their sorrows amid the constant attacks

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

straight from the heart of a poet with a caring soul -- peace and love to you -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on March 15, 2009

Beautiful and heartfelt poem,take care

Edwin

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

No wonder you make me weep. Love,

Regis

Reviewed by H Cruz

Reviewed on March 14, 2009

Touching peice! And they call us civilized.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Senseless loss in a senseless war. The moderate, educated middle class had to flee their country for fear of their lives, only to find they can't come home, or come home to their livelihood ruined and their homes [if still standing] occupied by strangers.

My poem, Cakewalk in Baghdad, satirizes the extremes resulting from Bush's war.

Ron

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 13, 2009

War is hell, for those fighting it, for those trying to evade the enemy, for those living with bombs and terror, day by day - painfully captured, Michelle, well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen

This is a powerful poem, thank you for sharing, keep writing and be blessed
In Christs Love
Michelle~

Reviewed by Denise Edwards

It's hard for some to remember that mothers in Iraq are suffering, wifes are alone now with no means of supporting their families, sweet babies are suddenly without parents, starving. I always remember, the innocent always pay the biggest price....On both sides of a war!! It's a pleasure to know we do care and that we speak out on this subject. Michelle, bravo to you for this one!

Reviewed by Mary Lacey Desertrat

Michelle,

Your friend has painted a sad story of the tragedy of war, and you have told it so well.

Mary

Reviewed by Felix Perry

This takes the idea of war to a personal level...it is so true that the enemy is always the other guy and the enemy and the people of the enemy lands must be evil as well. The sad truth is that for the most part their reasons for fighting for their country are as patriotic the reasons our soldiers are fighting for ours. You captured that bitter truth well in this write...only the politicians don't pay.

fee

Reviewed by John Coppolella

There is a fine line in your poem it seems between the politician and extremist. Is that not true in America of late as well. One man's minuteman is another's revolutionary or extremist.

Food for thought. Sting had song out during the cold war ,"The Russians Love Their Children Too." Your poem echoes that sentiment to me. Good, Michelle.

Rockie Coppolella
aka Starman

Thanks also for the review on my poem, "Happy Birthday Georg"
I am glad you liked it! Rocko

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

So real, so vivid, so sorrowful a cry for the innocent mothers and babes. Another winner. Hugs, J'nia