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My Father's Father (1915)

Contributed by Harlequin on Monday, 17th October 2005 @ 07:01:40 AM in AEST
Topic: war

I see my father’s father, kissing his wife goodbye
tears flowing in their eyes, bodies nervously shaking
embraced for a moment in time, entwined forever in love
the seconds slip by quickly, two hearts silently breaking.

They slowly disentangle, wishing the moment had not come
shrugging his shoulders he smiles, not a reassuring smile
he turns to my father, taking from him the rifle he let hold
he say’s ‘Come young soldier, march with me for a while’.

Waving to wife and mother they marched away, out of step
my father trying to keep up, then his father slows down
‘Son’ he said ‘be brave now, dry your mothers tear for me
make her proud, and if you grieve, grieve without a sound’.

Father and son slowly marching down the cobblestoned street
my father proud to be with his father, pretending to go to war
copying his actions, waving at the cheering neighbours
saluting the many British flags, the flag they would die for.

Reaching the town hall he said ‘Get yourself home now lad’
as my father watched his father go to stand in line abreast
Standing in awe at sight of so many men, my father could not move
his father was lost within the khaki uniforms and battledress.

The band strikes up, ‘Hundred Pipers’ the regimental march
my father watches them slowly move off in step that’s true
the echo of boots on cobblestone, then my father sees his father
he runs towards him, crying, ‘Daddy, daddy I want to go with you’.

Copyright Â© Harlequin ... [ 2005-10-17 07:01:40]
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Re: My Father's Father (1915) (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 17th October 2005 @ 07:08:29 AM AEST
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An awesome write.
Thanks for the peice of history.
Good work.
huggs,
emy

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