WITH LOVE TO MY FATHER
Remembrance
'My dearie! - I shall be drafted
Into the great army soon;
Called up to join and be grafted
To it before the next moon.'
Thus spoke the old warrior and then bent
His gray head in silent woe
Unknown's the army, and unknown the land
And he wished he would not have to go.
His weary deep blue eyes at this
Looked at me in a questioning way;
Would he find me again, and feel my kiss
When for me came the call-up day?
And when with the next moon he had gone
The way that we all have to go,
I wondered whether his new squadron
Was blessed or suffered great woe.
I asked in sorrow and anxiousness:
'Father! - tell me how you fare!
So great is my longing, so deep my distress,
Please tell me aught of over there.
My heart was bursting with sorrow and pain
At not knowing about him, I cried:
'Shall we see each other ever again?
when his voice spoke: - 'I am in the light!'
'In the ever becoming and passing away
One thing will not fade and not jade;
But bloom in divine eternal May
It's what Love for Love has made!'
by:Elizabeth Dandy
By BLUMENTOPF
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