Army Mom’s Safe Haven


Every name is
etched in pain,
in a picture frame,
and hung upon a wall
within my heart -
each individual
name in frame,
a work of art -
Every so often,
in my mind.
I take them down
I polish all the glass
and make them shine -
None of them
belonged to me,
but all of them
are mine.

©Copyright May 2000 by Christina