Daddy went to war.

September 15, 2011
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When Daddy left home that night,

He never said a word,

His face was a frightened white,

He left as though lured.

He wore a new uniform,

Mom had ironed his shirts.

She stood at the door; forlorn,

Grabbed her heart but it still hurts.

I was only five then

I had no idea

That Daddy worked for Britain

And he had no fear.

Folded flag on a casket.

Gunshots in the air.

My mother faltered.

What a sad formal affair.

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