AnzacA Poem by KayaFor my granddadA sober occasion; a happy parade Look to him and be proud that he marched That year it was harder than last time This year, his son that was asked. A month from that day I’d not see him ‘He’s in a hospital, lest we forget’ Too young for the sayings and meanings To understand old men’s regrets. Holidays visiting summertime ‘Cause the cold back home ate through his bones He told me he lived there in paradise When I asked why he couldn’t come home The medals I found in his sock draw Tucked up and hidden away Said ‘you do what you do for the ones that you love But you never feel proud you’ve caused pain.’ He’d make me pancakes for breakfast After wandering screaming at night They told me hunted for cockroaches And to stay in bed lest they should bite. His son marches in the parade today And we’re told we should watch and be proud But I loved the man more than the soldier Another face lost in the crowd © 2015 KayaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKayaBrisbane, Qld, AustraliaAboutHey Guys, I just remembered about this website when my old computer came back online. I left writing and moed on to pole dancing, but, as embarrassing as reading through my old work feels, I want .. more..Writing
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