Sudden Rain

To the parents of the young victims in the many pointless wars around the globe

When on a warm Summer's day there is sudden rain,
I think of all the grief, of all the pain
And my eyes water
I taught you how to read and how to write
When to run and when to fight
You made me proud, you made me mad
I made you happy and sometimes sad
I was your father

When thunder rumble I think of your last days
Scared and trapped in a unknown maze
And my eyes water
You were drafted but a boy
No more smiling, no more joy
Act fast, they said, don't think
Gook, Jap, Kraut or Chink!
I was your father

What have I now but countless tears
The aching heart that no longer cares
For my life was lost too
It was lost when we lost you

Reviews

[Rhayne]

Wow. This is very sad and beautiful at the same time; a dark beauty. I feel for any parent who loses a child, rather it be from wartime, crime, misunderstandings or miscarriage. The latter is one I know well. You have a talented way to use words to paint a picture. I look forward to reading more of you.

[David Darabian]

Thanks a lot! I'm glad you liked it.