A Yorkshire Poet Poet Dramatic Verse

I Wish It

I wish it son, boy of mine, 
I hear their cries.
I wish it boy, son of mine,
I can't tell myself lies.
Sometimes in the dark of 
night these memories are 
so alive.

I wish it my beautiful boy,
my son, my pride.
I wish it but then I look at
a picture of you and then I cry.
I wish it, I wish I could kill
my mind.

I wish I'd died on the field
with those pals of mine.
I wish I'd gone by bullet or
bomb so that I could no 
more hear their cries.

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Sara Kendrick October 5, 2016 at 4:43 PM In < ten lines you have created magic with this winner…Way to go poet friend..Congrats on you being in the winners’ list..Sara A Yorkshire Poet October 5, 2016 at 4:47 PM Thank you very much Sara. Cheers,