THE WOMAN WHO SITS AND WAITS

I WATCHED THEM SAIL TO HOSTILE SHORES, TO GALIPPOLI’S BLOOD SOAKED SAND

OR THE QUAGMIRE OF THE WESTERN FRONT AND MANY A FOREIGN LAND

I CRIED FOR ALL MY LOVED ONES, THEN WENT HOME AND WATCHED THE CLOCK

WAITING FOR THE TELEGRAM, OR THE PADRE’S DREADED KNOCK

 

WITH NO KNOWN GRAVE OR RESTING PLACE, TO RECALL THE DAY THEY FELL

WHEN THEY LEFT THIS WORLD OF TEARS, THEY TOOK MY HEART AS WELL

LOVER, FATHER, BROTHER, CHILD, A SISTER OR A FRIEND

WAR IT SHOWS NO SENTIMENT, WHEN A LIFE IS AT IT’S END

 

I SAW A FACE IN HOSTILE SKY, ON EARTH OR STORMY SEAS

THEIR NAMES ARE LIKE AN ENDLESS CHANT, WHISPERED ON THE BREEZE

FOR EVERY SOUL THAT IS RECALLED, A WOMAN WILL SIT AND PINE

SAYING THAT “THE CAUSE OF THIS, WAS NO FAULT OF MINE”

 

WHEN THE BELLS OF LIBERTY, RANG OUT LOUD AND STRONG

I SAID “THANK GOD PEACE AT LAST”, BUT THEY DID NOT RING FOR LONG

AGAINST TERROR AND OPPRESSION, THE WORLD STOOD SADLY MUTE

FOR ALL DOWN THROUGH HISTORY, MY SISTERS HAVE FOLLOWED SUIT

 

ONLY GOD CAN RESSURECT, THE LIFE THAT I CREATED

I PRAY THAT WE WILL MEET AGAIN, WHEN THE MAELSTROM HAS ABATED

I KNOW A FORCE WILL GUIDE ME, TOWARDS TWELVE PEARLY GATES

BUT FROM NOW UNTIL ETERNITY, I’M THE WOMAN WHO SITS AND WAITS

 

By Tomas ‘Paddy’ Hamilton
16 September 2019

 

 

FILE PHOTO: Details unknown.

 

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