To my son

Poem about a soldier writing to his son,

To my son. 

Dear son,

I’d like to think we won,

And that everything was good and up to pier,

But it’s not so clear,

I would like to think it’s over and done,

And that I can go home and say we won,

And that all the deaths were for the  better ,

But nothing makes my tears dry when they were already wetter,

I feel like I lost the war,

As the night hits and I wish on that star,

That we will always be free,

But then I think of all the fallen and that they can’t be,

But I did this for you,

At night when I wish I could be there too,

I fight for your tomorrow,

And all agony and the sorrow 

Will end,

As the country will mend.