Daily Poem

Lace



She loved him so,
She loved him so,
Maybe that’s why,
She didn’t want him to go.
She loved him so,
She loved him so,
He was her son you know.
So when he left,
She gave him her lace,
And took one long gaze,
At his young face,
She hoped,
And prayed,
That he’d return,
Her belief,
Was quite firm.
He had gone,
Oh so far,
Why did he have to,
Go to war?
She prayed all day,
She prayed all night,
That he’d return,
From this perilous fight.
Days went by,

Then months then years,
Not a letter from him,
She had nothing to hear.
Waiting all day,
The poor old mother,
Was faced with the worst to fear.
Then came a letter,
A small packaged letter,
Wrapped with the lace
She had given her son.
Upon reading the note
The mother,
She cried.
For she had found out,
Her son had died.
Had died with the lace,
The lace tied on his arm,
Had died with the lace,
‘Twas his,
Good Luck Charm.
So the mother,
When she died,
Had the lace tied,
As well,
To her arm.