Daddy, must you go to war?
I'll be back before you know it, hun,
Just in time for Christmas cheer.
And, so, came the twenty-third,
of December and her Father's word.
He came home, with showers of medals,
in a flag draped box of metal;
was buried beneath cold dirt
on December twenty-third.
War is Hell, War takes lives
No exceptions for Christmastime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Affectionate daughter thinks about goodness of her father. Christmas cheer brings love and peace and n war comes in mind. A brilliant poem is excellently penned.10