A Horsie of Orange and Blue
Papa come play;
Papa put down your cares today.
Are you really so sad as that?
Did all those days leave you cold and flat?
Papa, tell me no more of that war;
Papa, yes, there are better things in store.
Try not to leave me with your weeping back;
Yes, I see you cry, I see the tears’ crisscross track.
Papa, were they all your friends?
Papa, not all met very bad ends;
Some of you did at last come home—
Some happy, though others are still lost, and roam…
Papa come play;
Papa, look what I drew for you today:
With crayon, a horsie of orange and blue.
O Papa, Mommy and I really love you.
Little Isabelle cradled in her tired Papa’s lap, and one good arm;
Papa pushed out a smile: Father and daughter were now safe and warm.
For Our Veterans: thank you isn’t nearly enough! Bless You!
Posted on November 9, 2015, in Poem and tagged child's drawings, crayons, daughter, family, Father, friends, hope, horsies, lap, Mommy, Papa, PTSD, smile, something to live for, survivor's guilt, tear tracks, tears, war, war wounds, weeping. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.