The Telegraph

The Telegraph How does it feel; it must be unreal For a Chaplin to knock on your door Then to place in your hand a short telegram That says that your loved one’s no more Then for how many days are you lost in the haze Rereading those short little lines How can they be true; this can’t happen to you Oh, how your lonely heart pines And how about the other; the wife or the mother Whose loved one is missing in action She’s left with uncertain; not knowing but hurtin’ How can she go on with no traction She won’t want to admit; even think about it He’ll come back but still there’s that doubt So she clings to herself; puts her life on the shelf Not sure what her life is about And though it takes years; she will dry all those tears And do her best just to survive For she knows in her heart; in a quiet loving part That in there her loved one’s alive Mdailey 6/7/12