Collected by Mary C. Parler Nancy Philley
(Collected in Fayetteville, Ark.) June 2, 1959
Heel 310, Item 11
A Soldier's Last Letter
The postman delivered a letter,
It filled the dear Mom's heart with joy,
But she didn't know till she read the inside It was the last one from her darling boy.
Bear Mom, was the way it started.
I miss you so much, it went on,
I didn't know that I loved you so
But I can prove it when this war is won.
I'm writing this down in a trench, Mom,
Don't scold if it isn't so neat;
You know as you did when I was a kid And came home with mud on my feet.
The captain just gave us our orders,
And of course we will carry them through.
I'll finish this letter the first chance I get,
But now I'll just say I love you.
The old mother's hands began to tremble As she fought against tears in her eyes;
But they came unashamed, for there was no name,
And she knew that her darling had died.
That night as she knelt by her bedside;
She prayed, God above, hear my plea,
Protect all the boys, who are fighting tonight And dear God, keep America free.
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