22 December 2012

She lies upon her father's grave, Behind her, Mother sings a stave, Lost in war, two years have passed, And yet the sadness ever lasts.

Rejoicing in the things he did, Trace his name on gravestone's grid, A tear slides down, soft on cheek, A mournful sob so sad and bleak.

He's recognised, but not enough, He stayed when going went past 'tough'. He knew the battle would grow rough...

HeatherAnneSoldier's Remembrance. • Opuss № I