by Elizabeth McNally | Aug 25, 2011 | Poetry
He was a hero, my son Perhaps not in the conventional way Bearing arms in the fight Or saving the world from ruination Like Superman might. But my son was a hero, all right. He was a hero, my son. An ordinary soldier in an ordinary job. Doing what he had to do....
by Elizabeth McNally | Jul 26, 2011 | Poetry
I watch them both together, such a difference in their years, Though my heart is full of happiness, my eyes are filled with tears, My mother and my daughter, so precious both to me, One who’s always with me, the other I hardly see. That it’s been so long, is not...
