Home Front
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You do your duty,
whilst I stay at home. |
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I’ll take care of
the kids and sit by the phone. |
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I’ll
watch the news and pray you’re all right, |
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Whilst I cook and
clean, and the children fight. |
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I’ll go to work to
help pay the bills, |
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Then
to calm my nerves, I’ll take a few pills. |
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One day you’ll be
home, with your medal, so proud. |
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There’ll be no
brass band, no big crowd. |
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No
“hold the press” for the tales you’ll tell. |
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No political leader
to say “you did well”. |
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If you’re labeled a
hero you’re sure to be dead. |
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Let
them save all their praises, stay alive instead. |
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You’ll have served your
time, your duty is done. |
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But is it all
over? Are you completely at
home? |
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©Amanda Beattie 2003 |
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