The Son Poem by Clifford Dyment

The Son



I found the letter in a cardboard box,
Unfamous history. I read the words.
The ink was frail and brown, the paper dry
After so many years of being kept.
The letter was a soldier's, from the front—
Conveyed his love and disappointed hope
Of getting leave. It's cancelled now, he wrote.
My luck is at the bottom of the sea.

Outside the sun was hot; the world looked bright;
I heard a radio, and someone laughed.
I did not sing, or laugh, or love the sun,
Within the quiet room I thought of him,
My father killed, and all the other men,
Whose luck was at the bottom of the sea.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: family
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Someone 12 June 2022

nice poem, very emotional though included not many words related to emotions

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Zooooooooooom 21 April 2020

so good, very heart fillijng hehehehehe

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YEETUS THE FETUS 28 February 2020

VERY GUD MAN I LIKE DIS POEM

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Clifford Dyment

Clifford Dyment

Alfreton, Derbyshire
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