A Mother’s war

by | Jun 3, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

Dad went to War, before leaves turn to gold,
Seeing not your own children growing old
Silhoutte of your face in darkest veil
With tearful eyes; Mother I bid thee hail
Many fearful hours found you worn and grey
War torn nights followed by war torn day
God knows! How you anguished heart has bled
Thoughts of loss, to make sad your weary head..
In darkness; lost in bloodstain foreign land
A hole dug out, with his torn bloody hand
Now grown old; left his home as just a lad
And when he went, it left you ever sad
Dad then returned! Into arms of love
Now rest you both in peace; with God above…


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