Thread: My poems

Daddy's Day

One sunny moring on the 6th of June,
I saw my daddy walk away
Away to the dunes of faraway omaha beach,
To help the allies clear the breach
He came back that day, all bloody and scarred
And said not a word as he walked to the car.
He tried to get in, but heard a screaching call,
"HALT!" said the germans, guns pointing at his head
He got out of the car, and shook his head.
They amied their rifles, I closed my eyes,
I heard a yell, and a rain of fire
:I ran outside tears streaming from my eyes,

It was then I knew, that daddy was dead.

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Daddy's Day is a play on D-Day. (Thanks to Gawain for the name)