And They Wait
old lady sits by the fire
ago she lost her ire,
has hated France, The United States, Australia and all the rest
husband had gone to do his best.
was forced into the service of North Vietnam,
youngest daughter killed by allied napalm.
from him has she heard
a letter not even a word.
she relegated to sit and wait
in her heart of his fate.
had three children at one time
hard hill they all had to climb.
knowing he was killed
a year his life’s blood had been spilled
in ambush of an American patrol
an American helicopter had taken its toll.
while back four American war veterans returned
a thing from them had she learned.
dressed in the finest clothing she had seen
regret, no remorse, to her they were just plain mean.
had heard of a monument, a wall if you will
honor American’s that her husband and others had managed to kill.
had been told that North Vietnam had won the war
where was her husband of whom she heard no more?
she and her only daughter sit and wait
only son a soldier just like his dad he was pulling his weight.
like love can rule a soul
life and family that war had stole.
monuments, no help, no support does she receive
all left is to sit and grieve.
has grown old sitting and thinking of times gone by
now she only wonders, how and why?
©David R. Alexander
November 10, 2002
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