Army Mom’s Safe Haven


Oh, I have earned a lovely medal
and a ribbon, the color of flesh;
and though my battle's long over,
my memories are fresh.

The angry wounds you think
that you would easily see,
are missing, and invisible;
there are none on me.........

My wounds are all internal,
my heart is shredded and sore -
My battle medal is called the "Scar"
and I earned it by going to war.

©Copyright October 2, 2005 by Christina

This poem inspired the responses, Still Highly Decorated
©Copyright October 2, 2005 by Faye Sizemore
and Your Medal
©Copyright October 18, 2005 by Anthony W. Pahl