The Man
He lies forgotten 'neath the watching skies,
the blood upon his bayonet scarlet bright;
the red moon shining in his glazed eyes,
the 'Last Post' crying, crying in the night.
The Woman
She proudly sits within her home of gloom,
and reads and reads his lines with wistful smile,
then, eyes aglisten, seeks the empty room
(and he within his bloody grave the while.)
The Child
His wooden war-horse stands beside his bed,
his tiny pillow holds a head of gold.
He dreams of all the things his father said,
he dreams of all the tales his father told.
In a published book
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Extremely poignant!
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These 3 stanzas are filled with such abject sadness and brimming with grief yet to be poured forth. The woman feeling such loneliness while her man is away, reading his words of love, whilst their child is sleeping peacefully can only assume at this point in time that he is still alive.
The real tears have not yet come.
Vonnie~~
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