GOLD STAR MOTHERS
Started with a group of twenty-five
In the year of twenty-eight
By those who lost a Son or Daughter
From the wartime’s cruel fate.
When the Blue Star on the Service Flag
Was replaced with one of Gold
Everybody knew a Mother grieved
With a loss from that household.
Out of tragedy, we were formed
And, Out of love we continue.
This legacy of Gold Star Mothers
With the heartache, that they knew.
Its so sad, they still exist
And most likely always will
As long as, we go to war
There’s a need they must fulfill.
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