Linda M. Graham (nee Luther)
He stares for hours out his window
instead of playing with his friends.
His Daddy was a proud soldier
who fought bravely to the end.
What do we pay for freedom?
Who can tell them what it cost?
Their lives are changed forever.
Someone will always mourn their loss.
We pray for our tomorrows
Some look back on yesterday.
We pay the price for freedom.
It has always been this way.
©Copyright November 9, 2003 by Linda M. Graham (nee Luther)
Submitted for the November 2003 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Cost”