by Lorrie D

Everyday I read the list
"Fallen Hero's" of America
With every new day, a new name.
A new pain for an American.
Their families' hurt just begun.
Struggling with the questions:
"Why? How?"
Hoping, "Please don't let this be true".
With a little hope left, they continue believing.
Until the belief is taken away.
As a mother kneels at a grave.
No greater loss than when a mother buries her child.
No greater  loss; without good-byes or sweet "I love you's".
The war rages on; victory we see.
Given by the blood of our "Fallen Hero's".