As our boys come home today wreathed not in glory but in flags

 

 

You never knew your daddy, child.

You never saw his smile.

Your baby hands and baby smile

Will never him beguile.

You never felt his arms so strong

Yet tender, full of care

You never felt his arms so sweet

Brush gently o’er your hair.

You’ll never hear him sing you songs

At bedtimes, full of sleep.

You’ll never hear him say

‘My love for you is true and deep’.

He isn’t here to comfort you

When filled with pain and sorrow,

He isn’t here to hearten you

With hope for your tomorrow.

He won’t be here to share your joy

At your hard – earned successes,

Nor here to catch you when you fall

If troubled by life’s stresses.

 

For 'you', read ‘me’, as he is too –

I see him in your smile

And thus will I to both be true

For he lives on in ‘Daddy’s  Child.’