As I sit, with paper and pen,
I struggle to know where to begin.
What do I say to the one I love?
About the kids or all of the above?
How do I show him how proud I am?
To get him home from Vietnam.
As I sink in the mud to my knees,
A message comes from over seas.
I feel my wife from the inside,
I feel the tears that she has cried.
I wish to hold my children dear,
They would wash away my fear.
My Daddy’s not home, he’s far away,
So Mummy and I kneel to pray.
We bless the strong men and the nurses too,
While we sit in the church on a full pew.
I hope he comes so that we can play,
For Mummy’s baby is due in May.
Thats my poem that I had to write for an ANZAC assembly and that Mrs Sydes made me submit to the school's poetry competition. I won it ! A whole $10 to spend at the canteen :)
