What Would Your Mother Say?

What would your mother say, standing there with her face in her hands? What could she say, that you'd actually hear through the wood and the padding? What could you see in her eyes past the tears? What would she do with those stars and stripes they're handing her on a cloth, much too small to cover your empty bed? What would she say to the others standing around her, trying to comfort her with their hands, their eyes, their mouths?

She would say she's proud of me.