I knew her when she left,
having shared her life,
taught her to ride a bike,
climb tree, laugh, be free.
I knew her when she left
a daughter, proud of her children,
proud to serve her country,
duty, a tear escaping, strong.
I knew her when she left,
her daughter, clutching me
all suppressing tears, unsuccessfully.
I knew her when she left.
Will I know her when she returns??
copyright 2007
John G. Lawless


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