51 More years passed, new voices came, The stones and trenches to explore, But no-one ever called my name So I wished and waited ever more. Each time I thought, perhaps, perhaps, Perhaps this time they must call me, But they only called for other chaps, No-one ever called to set me free. Through years of lonely vigil kept, To look for me they never came, None ever searched or even wept, Nobody stayed to speak my name. Until that summer day I heard Some voices soft and strained with tears, Then I knew that they had come To roll away those wasted years. Their hearts felt out to hold me, Made me whole like other men, But they had come just me to see, Drawing me back home with them. Now I am at peace and free to roam Where 'ere my family speak my name, That day my soul was called back home For on that day my family came. THE DAY MY FAMILY CAME (Cont.) A Poem by Michael Edwards
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