The son

I found the letter in a cardboard box,

Unfamous history. I read the words.

The ink was frail and brown, the paper dry

After so many years of being kept.

The letter was a soldier’s, from the front—

Conveyed his love and disappointed hope

Of getting leave. It’s cancelled now, he wrote.

My luck is at the bottom of the sea.

Outside the sun was hot; the world looked bright;

I heard a radio, and someone laughed.

I did not sing, or laugh, or love the sun,

Within the quiet room I thought of him,

My father killed, and all the other men,

Whose luck was at the bottom of the sea.”

by Clifford Dyment

Sunday Sayings: : Meditations and inspirations from Scripture or Literature for this Remembrance Sunday & 100th anniversary

4 thoughts on “The son

  1. An absolutely beautiful poem lamenting war and lost hope for a generation and generations to come.

  2. My grandfather too. Tangled in the launching ropes of a surveillance balloon. Such a ‘silly’ way to die, so close to the end of the war. UNlucky, yes.

feedback is food for thought....

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