To Forget would be Profane

A young man fresh
off to the war,
only to come back
a shadow

Through the years
the toll it took,
wasn’t overlooked

In a night
while we slept,
of one mans fright
he wept

Stumbling
through the house
screaming of war
the horror and carnage
his hatred of awe

He’d wake
from his terror
in a
cold hard sweat
and still
forgotten
I haven’t yet
the look
on his face
and pain
in his eyes
the hurt
he was feeling
deep inside

We would hold him,
and coo,
“Its all right Pa”
holding him close,
trying hard not to cry,
while shivers overtook
his body marred

In the darkness
he would quietly weep
we’d be told not to listen
"Bloody go back to sleep!"

I still lay and think
of those horrible night’s
remembering his fear
the horror and fright
I shed my own tears
for all his hurts

Remembering his sacrifice
till tears shake my girth
forgetting their sacrifice ?
never what its worth