“He will return, ” his family yearned,
But from that day they also learned
That freedom often costs a life,
Leaving children and a wife.
They got a call that said he died,
But still they had a joy inside.
He fought for all he needed to.
His family mourned, but still they knew.
They’d miss him greatly every day.
His life had quickly slipped away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem