The may’s morning dew

Fathers and sons, standing side by side. United in cause, made strong with pride.
Mothers and daughters watching the distance for their return. Praying each it is not their son’s time to burn. It’s the oldest story, one of war and the return of the few. Mothers and daughters hoping each in the May’s morning dew.

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