January 4, 2015

 

 

Please return if found

at the close of play,

if all that’s left of me,

as a keepsake, pray.

 

So they know for certain

where my last steps lay,

on this sodden earth

at the break of day.

 

And this initialled belt,

meant to be found,

so they can bring me home,

and place me underground,

 

knowing I’ll be safe

in our family grave,

and this piece of leather,

the parting gift I gave.

 

I never made it home

as you know by now,

but my belt you received,

from my pal somehow.

 

He gladly took it off,

as my dying plea,

for you, dear Mum and Dad

with much love from me. x

 

 

 

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