David R. “Poppa” Alexander

A MEDAL FOR MOTHERS

Giving birth to a child
During the pain only a faint smile
No medal for mothers

Caring for and nurturing this life
All the while working and being a good wife
No medal for mothers

Shedding a tear at his first day at school
Seems like this is the first of many such days that’s the rule
No medal for mothers

Going into the military while she tries to be strong
Knowing he will never be the same, she hums a lonely song
No medal for mothers

She cries as he travels across the ocean so wide
To fight an enemy, for family and pride
No medal for mothers

Receiving a letter from a government so sterile
She knew when he left he would be in peril
No medal for mothers

Now just a memory and a name on a wall
Nothing more for her to hold, no one to call
No medal for mothers

He looks down as she holds her head high
Knowing her heart is breaking, asking why he had to die
No medal for mothers

Praying to God that never again
Another mother would suffer this pain within
No medal for mothers

She sees other mothers’ sons now going off to war
Knowing all too well what for them is in store
No medal for mothers

Finally passing on to the other side
Once again holding her son with great pride
She once again holds the only medal meant for all mothers