Helen M Nightingale – 7





A Little War Tragedy

I must not bewail

Falter or grow pale

Say I’m ill or sit wrapped in a shawl

He was not my brother

Nor acknowledged lover-

No-one knew I cared for him at all.

Just be chance they said

“Have you heard he’s dead?”

As they handed me a cup of tea

One among so many

Guess they had not any-

He was just the whole wide world to me.

Life must still go on

Work is to be done-

These things happen every day I know

I was nothing to him

Have no right to rue him

Save the right of having loved him so

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