GOLD STAR MOTHERSStarted with a group of twentyfiveIn the year of twentyeightBy those who lost a Son or DaughterFrom the wartime’s cruel fate.When the Blue Star on the Service FlagWas replaced with one of GoldEverybody knew a Mother grievedWith a loss from that household.Out of tragedy, we were formedAnd, Out of love we continue.This legacy of Gold Star MothersWith the heartache, that they knew.Its so sad, they still existAnd most likely always willAs long as, we go to warThere’s a need they must fulfill.Submitted By: Del “Abe” Jones
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