His Last Letter
His Last Letter2 mins 7.1K 2 mins 7.1K
A tear kept running down her cheek
As she read the words he composed
His father sat at the table
With a bump in his throat
The letter was recoloured
With blood blended with sand.
It was a letter
From their child in a far away land
The letter stated, Mom the agony I can't stand
From the shrapnel that tore through this young fellow
I feel the agony so gravely
It influences me to shout and cry
I know I won't see you
I realise that I will pass on.
So I simply needed to state
Before God calls me home
Try not to stress over me any longer
No, I am not the only one
I realize that there will be days
That you both sit and cry
I know there will be days
That you ask why.
The reason is Mom
This is the thing that I joined to do
With the goal that our nation can remain free and genuine
Indeed, I will go now
Things are beginning to blur
No, I am not the only one, Mom, nor am I perplexed
Yet, before God calls me home there is something
I should state.
I thought of all of you every single day
The doctor, he is endeavouring to keep me alive and facilitate my torment
Be that as it may, I should go now
The time has come, God, he says as much
I cherish all of you and miss you
This is the last letter
The last one I have composed.