50 I half awoke to a strange new calm And a sleep that would not clear For this was the sleep to cure all harm And which freezes all from fear. Shot had come from left and right With shrapnel, shell and flame And turned my sunlit days to night Where now none would call my name. Years passed me by as I waited, Missed the generations yet to come, Sadly knew I would not be fated To be a father, hold a son. I heard again the sounds of war When twenty years of sleep had gone, For five long years, maybe more, Till peace once more at last had come. THE DAY MY FAMILY CAME A Poem by Michael Edwards
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