Perhaps
Perhaps one day I will see
The clear blue sky smiling back at me
But right now the only thing I see
Is the ash and smock infecting that smile.
Perhaps one day I will have a restful night
Because I’m sleeping like a cat with you
But right now the nights are cursed
By the grief of friend dying.
Perhaps one day the guns will
And fall silent
But four years will pass until that day
comes.
War is a heart with no blood left to pump
But I look to you for strength
And so that is what you do
So I can be home with you.
Perhaps…
A commemoration from a pupil at
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Downfield Primary School Year 6