A Fathers loss
How you’ve grown my son
Respected by our clan
Let me shake your hand
How you’ve grown my son.
How you’re standing tall my son
Brass buttons shinning bright
Leaving soon to join the fight
How you’re standing tall my son.
How you march so fine my son
Rifle on your shoulder
Going where the weather’s colder
How you march so fine my son.
How you stood there waving my son
As the ship left the quay
Travelling across the open sea
How you stood there waving my son.
How you sent letters my son
The stench of death abound
On this bloody battleground
How you sent letters my son.
Now you’ll never return my son
Forever to remain over there
Entombed under mud somewhere
Now you’ll never return my son.
David J Delaney
28/11/2008 ©
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Such pain carved in a few words. So vivid and profoundly expressed.
Cynthia
Be always safe,
Karen
very well done David...
John
A heart touching tribute to the soldiers who risk their lives every day for our freedom. This is one I'll remember for a long time, very beautiful and also sad.
Many blessings,
~Linda
A deeply touching ode to the many families who have sacrificed and sadly paid the ultimate price of war - the loss of a son. Beautifully written piece, you are an outstanding, modern day poet.
Your mate Stuart
hugs
Kathy
Written beautifully, quite a tribute to those young men, or could apply to any father who has lost a son in battle. So sad.
Mary
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