A Father's View

A father's view must be insane. 

Thinking this would be easy,

Never expecting so much pain.

They dug you a grave 

your body could never be in view.

You fought for victory,

 but they won’t remember you.


A mother’s view must be upsetting

Knowing that he won’t be back

 when the sun is setting.

The memories he made is all you knew.

But the realisation is 

he won’t come back to you.

When your child asks

“When is daddy coming home?”

How should you tell them?

you’ve be sleeping alone?


A child’s view is worst of all.

Your innocence is at risk of a disastrous fall.

Wondering if you will ever see him once more.

Hearing knocks, 

And not seeing him at the door.

Once you figure out why he isn’t home.

Why he hasn’t hugged you tight.


Why he isn’t there.

At the deep of night.


What could you say, 

or what could you do?

But when will you realise?


He died for you.

Miss A
Year 8


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