We can't forget the times
when we were young
We had no fathers at our homes.
They had gone to war,
and are now gone,
left children behind,
crying and alone.

They wonderd where the daddy's went
only had mommy's with no time spent.
They were always busy working and running
making up for daddy's
who were never coming.

Dont let us forget the brave daddy soldiers
who never got to carry their child on their shoulders.
Were never seen walking on their hands
playing in the dirt, or in the sand.

They were taken away by some unknown war
Only got letters,
if they were lucky of course.

The other kids had there daddys
who played with them for hours
how come they had theirs
and WE didnt have ours?

We could see them laugh, see them cry,
see the children ask mommy "Why?"
Why did we not have daddy here
what did we do wrong,
and we would cry many tears.

We would be good, we promised her.
We would be good, we would have no tears
If daddy would come home, and spend the years.
Holding our hands, and calming our fears
walking on his hands, playing in the sand...
It would be great, we had big plans.

But mommy told us there could be no way
that daddy had really gone away,
gone away to some great place
but he could always see our beautiful face.

“He would always be there”, our mommys would say
and we would be with him, but just not today.
He was in heaven, he was gone
but never forgotten, and not alone.

And one day soon, he will come home again
he will play in the sand, and walk on his hands..
How we wait for that day, to ride on his shoulders
to see his face and hold his hand,
and finally see the beautiful soldiers.

VALERIE LeMAY-TRUEBLOOD
©1998