Whenever I hear the word soldier,
I think of my step-father,
That lost his life in desert storm,
I fear that I will never be in the norm,
When I heard the news I broke down and cried,
But now I carry on and I’ve tried,
To not think about the war,
For it brings tears not down my face but in my core.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem