For Grandfather Poem by Caroline Lazar
For Grandfather
It is not brave to follow him
Into the muck and bullets
He was a stickler for punctuation
And knew the Beggars Opera off by heart
There is a difference in the eyes
between the Pagan's Ball of 1911
And the man who marched and married
Now we reach out tentatively
To touch a faded photo
'To my old pal Len'
They gave him a silver platter
Engraved with all their names
His little band of signallers
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