I never met him but hope that he is resting in peace.


Uncle Ernie. Damascus.

He died at age just twenty three,
an uncle never known to me.

He died in blistering desert sands,
I'll never know just at who's hands

They died in the name of democracy,
their graves visited only by aristocracy.

Their familes too poor to visit abroad,
but memories and grief in hearts were stored.

His mother and sisters never saw his grave,
they suffered in silence, heartbreakingly brave.

The war office sent his belongings home,
my grandma unpacked them - all alone.

His pay book, tobacco, and some clothes,
his razor, heartbreaking, heaven knows!

And from his wallet, true as I stand,
there fell just a few grains of desert sand.

His sister, my mother, now old and so frail,
with tales of her brother still me does regale.

Feelings of anger, sadness and woe,
for us all these brave men their lives did forgo.

A burden of sorrow for families to share,
and a grave with no visits, or anyone to care.

Damascus is where he has lain all these years,
his sister, though old, is still shedding tears.




Poetry by normalil
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Written on 2008-12-19 at 15:19

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Damon
Another comment if I may. You say your uncle died when only 23, and only 23 he will always be, for when one dies young they stay that age forever I am told.

I had a brother that died just before I was born when he was only 17, and in my mind he is still 17. In reality if he were still living he would be 80 years old.

Damon
2009-09-02


ngaio Beck
A beautiful tribute to the most deserving
2009-04-30


Damon
Hello Friend,
It is sad when a loved one dies in battle far from home, for as you say so eloquently they will lie in a grave not to be visited by family and likely not by anyone else either. Great work on this piece Normalil.

Damon
2008-12-26


normalil
Thank you so much Team, for this honour. I am so thrilled. I re-read the text and see where it could be improved, but never mind. Thankyou again.
The poem is very true everyone, and my mum, though very ill and old, still talks about him. We have much to be thankful for in this day and age.
2008-12-21


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2008-12-20


John Lambremont, Sr.
You got me with the falling desert sand grains. Well done.
2008-12-19