Never To Return
He went to be a soldier
That cold and wintry Spring,
Dying for the noble cause,he believed in;
The lilac was just budding
When news of him was sent,
Her last letter returned' killed in aciton'
Described ,the honeymoon they spent;
Just a short time only, she weeped and cried
For Gran felt my mother kicking
That April Granpa died.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008
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