Butler Mother
Normandy
June 6, 1944
She was standing
on the porch
that day in June
watching her youngest
come running up the steps
and across the lawn
when it happened
on the beach
at Omaha
where her eldest lay,
face down, no longer
clawing at wet sand.
She stood there, quiet,
holding him close,
fingering his hair.
from: The Butler Pennsylvania Poems
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