A Fallen Soldier

He carved his name in my heart Left his smile on my pillow, His precious eyes kept in his child His bygone laughter my tears at night His face like metaphor bliss In a beautiful love poem. Waving goodbye, in hindsight the last goodbye kiss, My lover, my husband, my soldier boy, Going to a far off foreign land to die. Not yet three score and ten why oh why, For country for valour for freedom and justice, He laid down his life.... His country farm still the same, The birds still sing and the sun goes down His hat still on the tractor’s dusty seat, The dog still smells his boots. The ending of his last letter Has given me the strength to carry on, “Darling our love is so true blue an’ I’ll be seeing you.” Yes my love someday where everything is pure In heaven..... I’ll be seeing you.