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 was 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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