Poetry

Not Forgotten

By 23rd May 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

Don’t worry Mum I’ve not forgotten my vest
Even though this foreign weather is warm.
Out here at the front I still look my best
I’m proud to take care of my new uniform.

Don’t worry Mum I’ve not forgotten my hat
No soldier’s properly prepared without one.
It’s on my head sitting proud and all that
Steel is glinting brightly out here in the sun.

Don’t worry Mum I’ve not forgotten to eat
The rations we have really are quite grand.
There’s fine red wine, potatoes, fish and meat
The crockery is the finest in the land.

Don’t worry Mum I’ve not forgotten respect
And every night, I remember to pray.
I’m always polite which I know’s correct
And I ask God for good things to come our way.

Don’t worry Mum I’ve not forgotten the date
All my mates know that I’ve just turned sixteen.
These fireworks for me, they really are great,
Loud and more colourful than I’ve ever seen.

Don’t worry Mum I’ve not forgotten to write
But can’t now; my hands are numb, my head’s sore.
I’m not alone, someone’s holding me tight.
Says I’m leaving, won’t have to fight any more.

Don’t worry Mum but I need to have a sleep
Underneath this dazzling sky of blue.
It’s fine here at the front, no need to weep
I’m coming home soon and I’ll be back with you.

Susan Haniford

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