crazy-daisy

 

Father o' Father, I stand at the door, calling you softly, as I have been warned.

As you sleep with the dagger, a constant bedfellow, forever at the ready, tucked under your pillow

Father o' Father, the memories never fade.  The teachings of a solider are never far away

Father o' Father what stalks you each night, when the body rests, and the mind takes flight,
Anguish to linger, in the break of morning light

Father o' Father, answer me this, where is the boy, who rollicked in the mist.

So filled with dreams, of what the future could hold, replaced by the horrors, of what shall never be told. 
Deeply festered, into your soul thoughts lay in waiting, for that loss of control

Father o' Father, how could it be, through the eyes of a child, so much pain to see.

Her eyes have seen the agony and the remnants of horror, mirrored deep in the eyes of a weary old soldier.

Though the child is born, long after the war, she has seen the battles fought in the suffering he bore.

She will forever share the wounds and beliefs, her father stood for 

Father o' Father as the years pass us by, there is a fleeting glimmer, of a twinkle in your eye