Remember Me

I wrote this for a contest I did in school.

A little girl, just eight years old, sits with Grandpa, on his lap.

“Tell me about when you went away!” As he awakens from his nap.

 

I wanted to know all about, when my Grandpa went to war.

My little mind, could not see, what he had been fighting for.

 

“Hundreds of men risked their lives. Marching with guns in hand.

Leaving behind our families, to watch the bodies land.”

 

My eyes grew big, as I listened hard, to the horrible things he said.

Not understanding how, or why, so many soldiers were dead.

 

“It was cold that day that it went wrong. And Grandpa nearly died.

Bullets were shot, into my legs, and there was nowhere I could hide.”

 

“That’s why Grandpa is in this chair, that’s why he cannot walk.

But there’s one thing I can always do, And that, my Dear, is talk.”

 

“I’ll talk about my friends who died, Just fighting for our land.

I need you to remember, love.” He said as he took my hand.

 

“Remember me; remember them, for I know I always will.

Remember the men, who died for you, because someone had to kill.”

 

“No war is ever won, you see, without something being lost.

And for our freedom, for our lives, Young men paid the cost.”

 

I got up then, to get some lunch, my young mind filled with thoughts.

Of bullets, guns, and misery. Of the war which had been fought.

 

I’m older now, and I somewhat know, Just what these men went through.

So when you eat, smile or laugh, I hope you remember too.

 

These soldiers gave us what we have; they died for you and me.

All these things we take for granted, they never did come free.

 

Remember the Canadian heroes, some who now lay still.

Remember them, and what they gave, because if we don’t, who will.

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[Wondering Mind]

A wonderful write; well penned and flows just fine.
War is a tragedy and "Man" is yet to realize that it can never be THE solution or even A solution. What great cost to pay in order to "win"; no, my friend, no war is ever one.
Thank you for sharing.