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Dearest Child

My dear, I remember my first glimpse of your hazel gaze,
They look so much like your daddy's, everyday. 
I rocked you to sleep each night, sang your lullabys. 
Soft skin and perfect hair, how could I forget that memory?

I remember your birthdays, every one,
Your bright, innocent smile, oh dear son.
Your mother and father loved you to death,
And in due time, the sun will never set.

My love, you went down by the waters that morn,
You never saw your daddy leave for war.
His quaking shoulders turned away,
And I saw in your eyes, you were never quite the same. 

My beloved little boy, how you've grown
Your daddy never returned; and I hear the fields moan
You cry when you sleep, lost in your dreams
Because the war took your daddy home far across the sea. 

My darling son, I see you gaze to the west,
Watching the birds laugh and jest.
Perhaps if he had said goodbye, you would find hope,
And accompany me down our dimmed road. 


One mournful morning, before the sun dare shine
The towering mountains heard your deepest cry.
One kiss you left me on my cheek,
I'm alone here now, on this past joyful creek. 

You fought the war well, my child.
With your passion and courage, not once were you a coward.
Winds journeyed on and on,
To show my dream, of father and son.

Hair stained with snowy sorrow, no longer do I sing,
Now many years, I lay you down to sleep.
Your memory was safe and bright, my two warriors. 
And now I shall soon see you, up in heaven's manor.

Copyright © Shialla Lethel | Year Posted 2015

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