Thursday, 25 April 2013


Mother dear,

I meant to write every day, I truly did...
you are always in my thoughts....
I miss your laugh, your smile, 
I even miss your rousing at me 
for not chopping the wood. 
I know I promised that once I got home 
you would never have to do it again.

Did you get the poppy I sent you? 
They are such a beautiful bright red
and I know how much you love them. 
I hope the censor didn't take it out of the envelope.
I forgot to say Thank You for the socks
I know they took you a long time to knit them all
I hope you don't mind, but I gave a pair to my mate
His boots leaked, but the socks helped. 

I promised to fix the fence as well
I am sorry, Mother, I really am,
but it's good that you got our neighbour in
you might need him to help a bit more.
You taught me never to break a promise
but sometimes, you can't help it.

I'm sorry, Mother, that I can't see your smile
I long for your arms around me, I'm cold
as I sleep among the poppies in a Flanders field
No need to keep knitting, Mother
I have enough socks now
Sorry, Mother, for not keeping my promises
Today, I did write, with all my love.

(c) Crissouli

                                            (c) chrismilne


  1. Oh, the tears fall. Beautifully written Chris.

  2. So evocative Chris, it would reduce anyone to tears. All those poor mothers, wives and sweethearts.

    1. I can't imagine how hard it would be to get that dreaded telegram... i used to cry my eyes out as a child when I looked at all the familiar family names on the war memorial... so many, and we only lived in a small village.

      I hope that we never have to go through such agony.

  3. Thank you Chris, a sad story written so beautifully.


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