Stacey N. Binning (nee Jones)

A SON RETURNS

A mother sat, alone in silence,
Waiting for the son
She had sent off to war
It seemed like only yesterday, when her baby boy
Was called to duty
In that foreign land.
“Will I know him?” she asked herself,
As she flipped through
An old photo album.
Presently she heard footsteps, softly approaching;
She looked up to see not a boy,
But a young man, old beyond his years.
“Ma, it’s me,” he said; she looked at him in doubt.
But as she looked into his pain filled eyes
She knew this was the boy
She had sent off to war.