
A stoic face of ancestry smiled silently upon dusty fireplace mantle.
Deeply sculpted lines reflected labors dawn to long past setting sun.
What was the shield of faith she wore gleaming from her eyes.
Purest silver, ruby tears of loss overcome shone labors might in determination.
Humbled am I...this fourth of July for the enduring cost of liberty and freedom.

Contest prompt: A ballad or narrative short in 5 lines or less.
(I can't believe i did this....giggle..i feel short of breath, woozy even!)
(limited line deprivation...is painful indeed.)
My great-grandmother was a member and reigning leader
of : Daughters of the American Revolution.
Despite the time that had past, these women worked
tirelessly reaching out to help other families.
We women give from our wombs
beloved sons and daughters
understanding the heavy cost
of freedom....in this year 2008...
may we not forget the
many mothers who weep the painful
cost of freedom with their soulful tears.
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