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When Tom went away,
The last thing I heard him say,
Was ‘ I love you my dear’,
As he stepped forwards without fear.
A lump in my throat,
As he boarded the boat,
And tears in my eyes,
As we waved our goodbyes.
Soon I received a note,
Sent over seas by boat,
It read 'my dear Sue,
Remember our love is true.'
Then arrived a telegram,
Sent to me by Privet Sam,
It said that Tom had been shot,
Survival chances weren’t a lot.
So they sent him home,
Over that murky sea of foam,
When they brought him to the door,
I fainted away to the cold hard floor.
He had lost an arm,
Where the shot had caused him harm,
Even missing an eye,
didn’t stop him from being a great guy.
I stayed by his side,
Though the pain he had to hide to hide,
And when he passed away,
I didn’t know what to say.
Though I tried not to moan,
I felt so alone,
Now I only look forward to dying,
At least then I’d be up high in,
The place where my dear Tom is.
- by ShySnowWhiteAnon |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/30/2009 |
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- Title: The place where my dear Tom is
- Artist: ShySnowWhiteAnon
- Description: We had to write a tragic love poem (set in the war) for school and I wrote this one. Just thought I'd share it with you and get some feedback.
- Date: 04/30/2009
- Tags: place where dear
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