Old man sat on park bench feeding pigeons
Bread from sandwiches, children playing nearby
On swings and roundabouts, proud parents watching
Hearts full of love, joy and hope for their child.
Old man remembers his wife and children
Long dead, buried in a graveyard, visited daily
House bombed in war by German bomber.
Came home on leave, young soldier, from overseas
Found house reduced to rubble, loved ones dead.
Now, old bones at end of life, never remarried
Mourning families death seeing them in memories
Endured passing years of loneliness and sorrow.
Smiling hears in his mind voices of his precious dead
Tearfully whispers, "Enshrined within my heart."
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you describe the horrors of war brilliantly. The torture of losing a family was torture in itself