100 Years

1918 - 2018

Marking the end of World War I

Never

By Joy Meekings

She was tending to her garden when the telegram came,
Little did she know her life would never be the same.
Such a small slip of paper stating that her son had died.
He had meant the world to her, she felt so dead inside.
She wanted to see him, hold him close against her heart,
Tell him how much she loved him, they’d no longer be apart.

Instead she stared at the telegram, tried to steady her feet,
She was starting to realise never again would they meet.
He was called a war hero, for bravely saving many men
But all his mother ever thought was ‘he won’t be home again.’

Joy Meekings, 2018

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