THE ONLY SON
What must I have been thinking, what caused my heart to feel?I was told emotions were indifferent, not cause me to kneel.
But a little boy did sufrace, remembering as I play,
As bullets whiz by, recalling a simpler day!
I whimper and cry, As exlposions pass me by,
This foxhole could be, my last home before I die.
Should I survive this madness, should I be the lucky one,
Could I tell my brothers family, they've lost thier only son?
Maybe I could not, he was my best friend,
But then again I should, he'd want me there to see the end.
For though I may not know them, his family was mine,
I saw them through his letters, got to know them with his mind.
Even though he's gone, my brother's one with me,
For all of us that fought, we are family.
Yet I may be the one that goes, and feel that final pain,
I only hope a brother, can help them remember who I am.
For I am just a brother, a son, father to us all,
Remember what I've done, given everything for the call.
If black and white are different, all soldiers died in vain,
If I cannot make you see, I suffer eternal pain!
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