Staffordshire Wall... The day was cold, I was five years old, When the Padre made his call, The news was so bad, my mother was sad, When she heard of my daddys fall. An IED he said, they all were dead, The words were shocking and cold, Five others had died, five other parents cried, Five young Royals who would never grow old. The years quickly passed, it seemed so fast, With no daddy to show me the way, But I knew from the start, deep down in my heart, Wed be together forever one day. Through the laughter and tears, the months and the years, I kept hearing the faraway call, The day was cold, I was now thirty years old, When my eyes first set sight on the Staffordshire Wall. It seemed old yet new, as if somehow on cue, When I saw it the earth became still, And my memory once strayed, became focused this day, Of a name which now suddenly seemed real. No more tears filled my eyes, no more crying at nights, All the answers Id found in this place, And my hands touched his name, gone was sadness and pain, And all bad memories were quickly erased. As I stared into the stone, I was no longer alone, My father smiled, and my heart filled with joy, I whispered Welcome home Dad, what a journey youve had, He said: Its great to be back home, my boy. Dave Lilburn
Posted on: Mon, 02 Jun 2014 14:53:24 +0000
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