| I wrote this poem in June 2005 after I read a newspaper article in which my Army Lt son’s Tank Commander had given the order to fire on a pick-up truck in Iraq. As the USA killed an Iranian general and they have retaliated by bombing sites where Americans are present today |
| I offer this poem as a reflection for us: A poem of sorrow: A mother waits A messenger comes to her door The sun stops in its course across the sky And plunges her world into night. Sorrow so deep Her wail so strong It broke my heart Here in Chicago this day. Joined together forever are we One son gave an order One son died We are one in our tears. ?I am sorry our cultures say, ?War is the answer.? ?I am sorry my son says, ?Fire? I hold your son in my arms And pray for your healing And may the world be reconciled To understand we are One. |