A Soldiers Promise

by | Nov 15, 2014 | Poetry | 0 comments

A mother and son sit at home,
Whilst a fine young man is out to roam,
Before he left was blessed and kissed,
And reassured he will be missed,
Once he’d said his final goodbye,
He said come here my son don’t cry,
Now make me proud, just watch and learn,
This isn’t the end, I will return.

Just remember what you’re told,
We’ll keep on fighting till were old,
And once you’re older you will be,
Forever remembered eternally,
Running through the trenches, breath after breath,
This isn’t over, this doesn’t mean death,
I’m coming home to see you son,
This war is over, my dutys done.


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