by E.V. Rose | Nov 4, 2008 | Poetry
When ya comin’ home dad? I’m waitin’ by the door mommy says you’re far away fightin’ in a war. I guess one day I’ll understand but now I don’t know why there’s pictures on the TV news says another soldier’s died I’m bein’ a brave little soldier dad jus’ like you asked...
by E.V. Rose | Nov 3, 2008 | Poetry
This Poppy fell for my father it does so every year and with it comes the heartache and many red hot tears Shed for those who won’t come home the ones who died out there alone This Poppy falls in remembrance, it’s impossible to say how much we owe to those who fell...
