some returned
the world was torn apart by war
young men died in bloodied fields forlorn
widows and mother’s grieved at home
and at lonely services they’d mourn
but loving hands held tight to dreams
prayers said every night
Dear God bring my son, father or husband home
let him survive each tortured fight
some prayers were heard and some were not
my father though survived the bullets whine
to return to his home in Canada
to his wife and kids in time
a love story not of heroes deeds
just faith in God and love
their reuniting ended gave me my life
with divine guidance from above
saved this write..ty Felix!
Vesna
Regis
Thank you for sharing a sacred part of all our history ... sacred, because of all the lives involved!
I love the photo of your parents and the rolling plains behind them!
Your poem is the heartfelt truth of so many, and the ending culminates in the New Beginning of You!! A precious gift to the world so in need of healing! (I just read your updated bio, and you are so on track!)
Love & friendship Suzie :-D
Birgit and Roger
Lin
Susan
love Tinka
WE had awesome parents didn't we?
Susan
A beautiful, compassionate write. My grandmother (Dad's mom) had five sons in war at the same time; thank God, thank God, all returned home. One was a survivor of the Bataan Death March, but it was a near thing...well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I'm glad to know your Father made it home. It's eaqually as hard on those that wait, as it is on those fighting the fight. Sometimes even harder, because if the warrior is killed, his reward is peace, leaving those waiting to fight a whole new battle.
Thank You Felix for sharing your family with us.
Lisa
What a precious gift to share with the den's family. Wonderful picture and great poem. Yes, some DO return, and also returned unharm.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)