My Daddy

My father never went to war,

he had a wife and two children to care for.

He went out in the middle of the night,

to get food for us,not to fight.

He was a brave man who had to hide,

so his family were safe or we would have died.

He protected us from all things that were bad,

my mummy was crying and always so sad.

She was scared she would lose us all,

she was also worried my dad wouldn't call.

For weeks we didn't see him but he finally came,

he looked so tired, he was not the same.

When the bombs fell, we had to leave home,

we were divided for a long time to come.

It took a few years before the enemy lost,

with many humans and soldiers, their life it cost.

Many survived but so many more died,

so many people were relieved but so many cried.

I finally went home to my mum and dad,

for once we were happy, not anymore sad.

© 2007 CJ Roccisano