Thursday, December 24, 2020

"Why Can't You Come Home for Christmas, Daddy?" - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Why Can’t You Come Home for Christmas, Daddy?

 

Christmas eve – and the conversation is low

The chaplains have left the men with their blessings

And have in their turn been blessed by the men

Who gather now with powdered coffee, with words

 

Christmas eve – written in a little child’s hand:

“Why can’t you come home for Christmas, Daddy?”

And a crayoned Santa Claus who can fly

Above the razor wire, and far away

 

Christmas eve - midnight’s canvas-pillowed tears

Christmas at home someday - only ten years

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