Reunited At Paradise Gate
Reunited At Paradise Gate
Hands of leather hold crying child
gentle touch, soothing , O' so mild
Widowed mother , hard life going past
food and water gone, can not last
War and famine take a heavy toll
on frail mother and very young soul
Flown past are the blasts of guns
fields rot with so many dead sons
Hands of leather losing tender grip
another soul sent on heavenly trip
Crying child sleeps in peaceful calm
no more murders, bullets and bombs
Two hearts reunite at Paradise gate
early demise , victims of wartime fate!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-11-2014
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
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