The little boy stood silently and watched the men march by
He saw the pretty uniforms and flags that waved on high
He's much to young to realize those men marched off to war
His tender mind can't comprehend just what they're fighting for
He only knows what momma said, that his dad would have to go
And he must be dad's little man all brave and strong and so,
He also knows that momma cries in the middle of the night
And she thought that he'd never see her hug the pillow tight
Right he feels her grip his hand so hard it really hurts
And when he saw his dad march by he thought his heart would burst
His chest it swells with childish pride and I clearly hear him say
I love you daddy, please come back to be with me someday
Don't worry, I'll take care of mom, just like you said I should
I'll put my arms around her and hug her neck real good
And daddy dear, don't you feel bad because while you're away
Mom and I we'll be alright and every night we'll pray
That God will keep his eye on you and bring you home to me
And together we'll all live again where the people all are free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You poem is a song, and also reminds me of Robert Southey's poem, After Blenheim, where the children ask about a battlefield and the speaker says, 'It was a famous victory'. Happy, peaceful 2006, Ruby!