by Sheila Weekes | Nov 14, 2008 | Poetry
I could never go to the station and wave goodbye I couldn’t hold back tears I was ashamed I would cry Every time was the same, with me he could drown For a submariner’s girl I was a complete let down I should have been used to the way that it goes Dad did 35 years and...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 14, 2008 | Poetry
Every year we remember the fallen With a special day of prayer For all the thousands of our young Whose bodies lay heavens knows where In many graves all over the world Lost in far too many places Some graves are even without a name So no one can place their faces So...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 14, 2008 | Poetry
A beautiful field of blood red poppies Many thousands of young, bright blooms But who can look and not remember Endless names all carved on tombs In every remote corner of the world Where some mother’s son still lies Unmarked, unknown and far from home Beneath strange...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 14, 2008 | Poetry
I stand for my country, flag, and home Proudly I honour them all I will do my best to face what’s there Praying to God that I won’t fall Saying goodbye was the hardest part Leaving all those I love behind I know I am one of the luckiest guys To have a special girl on...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 14, 2008 | Poetry
Home, where is that place for me I look at pictures but I can’t really see I can’t quite make up my mind Which of the places I’ve left behind Is it where Dad was brought up and I was a child Where I raced in fields running wild I was a tom boy with my mates Boys from...
