May 9, 2004 · Lessig
My wife, who, eight months ago, became the mother of this amazing boy who now says “mama,” told me the story of mothers’ day last night. Today, Mark Goldman sent around the poem that began it.
There are almost 600 American mothers who are thinking of just one loss today. Countless more elsewhere. They tell themselves about duty. Bravery. Courage. Yet I can’t begin to understand how anyone, mother or father, survives such a loss. Nor how anyone could understand it.
We are not a generation that has been raised to understand the losses of war. Not this war, not any war.
Let these mothers know peace.