• He told me he would leave on boat.
    And arrive after on shore
    I would run down to the shore and wait
    For I had not learned of my father's fate
    By and by the days went
    I sat and waitied with my knees bent
    A soilder came home one night
    My mother knew what it ment
    I refused to believe it
    For when father left and sad he would come back I believed it
    I tried to block that out
    No matter how I tried though
    But soon I would think
    What if he was defeated by a foe
    His words were true
    And yet it feels so cruel
    I am now 10 and I know the truth
    For now I shall remain aloof
    For if my father has died
    Then why should I myself
    Not die?