A Letter Too Late

NEW YEARS DAY 1915 When your there amongst others yet behind standing alone No sign for directions only footprints across the snow, Sometimes it’s difficult to turn a warm heart that of stone Then to linger in memories of one’s bountiful glow. Look to your hands need me feel me wanting to hold you tight Remember this as you sense the urge to let your tears dwell, I promise I won’t let go no matter how long the night My shoulders for you to lean upon while your fears I’ll quell. I will be with you when you think that I am gone In that place you write about there where life’s gone wrong, The depth of your anguish grows since the sun last shone Yet from beyond the darkness you tell of a song, A truce you say to end this war for men like you To shake another’s hand like yours a hand that slew. © Harry J Horsman 2015 © Amanda M Tams 2015