War - Ww2 - Sailor Poem by Paul Warren

Coming up to Remembrance Day. The day after my father died my old Aunt Carrie told me this story. Bit hard to picture my father as an 18 year old lad away from home by himself for the first time. He had lost his mother a year before due to complications during child birth. Lest we Forget….

(For my father)

I heard a story my Aunt once told
Of a young sailor in a world war
In Melbourne away from home for the first time
Standing alone on the Town Hall steps
Awaiting a kindly face but why was she late
And he worries why doesn't she come?
A tear in his eye and feeling so alone
But there she is with such sunshine in her smile
I've been so alone but now you're here with me.

© Paul Warren Poetry