Who'll Remember Us?

We were not part of your war
but just trying to live our life
myself and my two sons
my daughter and my wife

But that didn't seem to matter
when the bombs and missiles fell
Men, women and children
friends and family blown to hell

At least I'm not haunted by the visions
of my daughter torn in two
or the sound of the explosions
that beat my sons both black and blue

And every night I don't close my eyes
and hear the sound of my wife's voice
as she calls to warn my daughter
and then cries out to my boys

For I too was buried in that shallow grave
No words were said, none made a fuss
but when the poppys fall in the Albert Hall
tell me who'll remember us?

robyn selters
have missed your writings so very much and so very glad to see this gem... absolutely brilliant penning... tfs

kath
After a long gap this proves you still have every ounce of talent in your poetry pen Andy. War in any form is a world in itself - a world of horror and pain for anyone living there - military and civilian alike. This is a timely reminder of the real extent of that. In answer to your brilliant closing question, I say "I do". Every 11/11. kath xxxxxxxxxxxx

Sandra Martyres
I am glad you captured this touching write in time Thomas.. it depicts the fate of war victims with finesse...I like the closing lines, they say so much...

Patrick McFarland
Great write Thomas. You give a voice to the unheralded collateral victims of war who are only guilty of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Welcome back.

A Thomas Hawkins
Thanks Debs, it been the best part of a year since I actually wrote anything from beginning to end, in fact since I got past the first verse. This one started coming to me just as I closed my eyes to sleep so I actually had to get up and go fetch my laptop to write it before it was gone.

Debs
This is such a brilliant wirte and the last stanza says it all. Excellent penning.