I watched you as you played, my golden child;
the world about you had to be explored,
then came the call and off you went to war;
leaving me with sweet memories, beguiled.
Your photo sits by me as I recall
the days of youth and love and hope combined.
My mirror shows a face now drawn and lined;
the passing years are written overall.
What happened to that happy, laughing boy?
The eyes that now look back at me are dim;
but in my mind I still remember him
who took my heart and filled my life with joy.
Ghostly images flit and fade away,
and I am left - to live another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Laurels might have been won, the victory must have been applauded, but the painful memories of those brave men who sacrificed their lives at the altar of freedom will continue to haunt their dear ones, especially the mothers! ! A moving write! Thanks for reading and commenting on my poem!