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World War II: To My Beloved Father
By Michelle Koerssen
21st CenturyDear Father,
For the sake of Canada you have died.
For the love of God you have finished the race
I grieved over the poppies of your grave
I looked out the window day by day for your return
The war had ended
My hope had built up
But now in Flanders Field your life is lane
The blast of guns were numerous
There was one for each grave
Remember ther red that soaked your shirt
Remember the red of the poppies
The white of the dove has passed over us
The black of the dress I wear
The scent of envy is carried in the wind
In my dreams I heard you laughing
But the mourns had only been there to break the silence
For no reason you are a slave to death
My heart was lost to emptiness
As Canada was lost to war
I am now free from the cries of the soldiers that fought
Why should war break out?
For a choice of land?
Memories engraved on your cross
Bear your years of life well lived
And the peace of your death
The rise of your victory
And the compassion of your fight
Some still live on and will miss you a lot
May you rest in peace, love, rememberance and care.
From your daughter, Rachelle
DayPoems Poem No. 1731
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