A picture on the wallA Poem by A writerThis one is from my gorgeous Danny
On the wall an old picture,
It's there since years, And it will be for many more. read moreOn the wall an old picture, It's there since years, And it will be for many more. I like that my grandpa looks to the right with pride. Grandma smiling in true happiness, There was no big love, But it's how the two halves became a whole. Learn from them we can, Learn what respect means, How much two hands holding each other mean, when the times are hard, full of need. Caring hands, the skin hardened from work. One day after they got married, The world said it's time for war. He took the rejoicing "yes" with him. She waited for him, ready to dress her heart in tear soaked black. The night went well, So, now two awaited his return. The one who stands in the entrenchments knows only this "fire on my command" Still he knows, no matter what it's worth it. The homeland above all! Stood their ground, Shooting all that moves. All of them survived. The song started by his best friend, but by the time he realised he's singing on his own, he woke up in the barracks, surrounded by wires. One day the moment comes, When everyone will be rewarded as they deserve. Seems like it's how things go around here... The flags always in different colors. But a Hungarian will never let our flag be disgraced. My ninety nine year old grandma, for the third time she becomes Hungarian on paper, but she was born Hungarian, and that's how she will rest in peace. Only for twenty years he was with us, his memory a cold stone. From above he can see all, Even the parts of his once three times bigger homeland, now in the hands of enemies. One day all will pay for what they've done. © 2015 A writerReviews
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