Sonnet 124

We shared a piece of chocolate in the trench,
The very last prized morsel which I had;
It tasted sweet, despite death’s bitter stench,
And for a sweeter moment, he looked glad.
He was sixteen, like others, lied to join;
Fresh faced, strong limbed and eager there to serve.
I had taken him under my short wing,
To steady, when the child had lost his nerve.
I stood the elder, being twenty-one,
And my experience spanned the years of three;
I was the father, he much like the son,
And I would die for him, as he for me.
I had seen others like him come and go –
But Lord not him, please Lord not ever; no.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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