Army Mom’s Safe Haven

Christina: The Tattered Star


The Star hung in the window
proudly telling everyone
that the occupants inside the house
had a Service Son -

Years ago, the Star was whole
not ragged and forlorn -
My father was in China then,
and I had not been born.

The Blue Star never turned to Gold,
he made it home in time;
Not the same man, to be sure,
and now his Star is mine.

Among my father's treasures
I found the Star, all tattered
along with letters from my mom,
the Star was sadly battered.

My own son is a "Service Son"
and has served far away -
the damaged Star means more to me
than I could ever say.

My father's death has made me sad,
I wish I had known more
about the man who marched away
and then came home from War.

All I have are photographs
and letters from his past -
No more time for questions -
oh, the things I should have asked.

I couldn't understand back then;
Now I comprehend much better,
how a mother's lonely heart can ache
when there isn't any letter.

Grandmother hung the Star with pride,
it proclaimed a duty done—
A Tattered Star hangs in my home
for my father and my son.

©Copyright 2000 by Christina
(Revised May 2001)