It wasn't long ago


It wasn't long ago

When nestled in his arms

Like a whorled flower bud

I felt his warmth


It wasn't long ago

When he taught me to ride a horse

To ride over my dreams 

And chase the stars


It wasn't long ago

When he was called to action

Bereted in olive green

The honor of the land pinned to his chest


It wasn't long ago 

When he told me he was only migrating 

Like the soaring swallows 

Who return with a new season


It wasn't long ago

When he wrote to me

Of cheerful cherry blossoms 

Blooming from Earth's bosom 


It wasn't long ago

When he forgot to mention

The perishing petals

And sodden snows


It wasn't long ago 

When he fell

Like a withered chinar leaf

Onto the red earth


It wasn't long ago

When he told me all wars could be won

If past faults were undone

With the advent of flowers


It wasn't long ago

When his voice was drowned

In a sea of shouts and salutes

As a floral wreath buried him


It wasn't long ago 

When I saw him scaling the skies

It won't be long 

Before we meet again 







  • Author: Poetic persona (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2023 00:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: It's about the relationship of a father and daughter and the daughter describes growing up with her dad ,until he's called to action and disappears from her life forever and how easily his beliefs and thoughts are forgotten after his funeral ..but in the last stanza he breaks free from the mortal world and sets out to scale the skies and the daughter dreams of meeting him again😍
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  • Doggerel Dave

    A beautifully rendered piece which captures some of the trauma both solders and their relatives at home experience in such situations.

    Your work conveys that well. The only exception to that is your phrase "the army men who sacrifice their lives to protect ours". On most occasions they go to a war, sent by politicians and generals, which should never have been started by those same men in the first place.

    • thinkerbell

      Thank you for your appreciation..I do agree that most of the times soldiers are forced to give up everything they love and go to war started by others who never set their feet on the battlefield..

      • Doggerel Dave

        Then does not that phrase fudge the issue? If you are going to bother to write a war poem, at least make it real:

        Linger not, stranger; shed no tear.
        Go back to those who sent us here.
        We are the young they drafted out
        To wars their folly brought about.
        Go tell those old men, safe in bed,
        We took their orders and are dead. A.D. Hope

        Now there's a poet doing his job properly.

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