2018-05-17 / Letters

What it means to be a Gold Star Mother

To the editor:

Gold Star Mother I did not take the oath; I did not raise my hand All I did was have a child who grew to be a man. He did his job with honor, his men he led with pride He was not afraid to fight, he was not afraid to die. The baby I held in my arms, the boy I raised to be a man He said not to worry; he said I will come home Those words come back to haunt me said over the phone. The knock at the door is always just a moment ago The tears in my eyes the pain that breaks my soul For I did not take the oath I did not raise my hand All I did was rise a child who great to be that man. They awarded me the title of Gold Star Mother Because my son gave his life for the protection of others But I did not take the oath; I did not raise my hand All I did was raise a boy who grew to be that man. Written by Linda Lamie

In remembrance of my son, U.S. Army Capt. Christopher S. Cas and all of those men and women who gave their lives to protect our freedoms.

Nancy Lee Kelley Old Orchard Beach

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