My Family (The 1915 one)

There's my dad

In his war gear, with tears in his eyes.

Off to fight the good fight, telling

My mum

That it'll be alright

That he'll be back

And my sister?

She's hugging dad, telling him to

Come home safely

My brother?

He's already in France,

Ending us stories of the War.

Of his brothers in arms dying in a hail of bullets around him

Of the smell of rotten corpses used as sand bags

Of the gut wrenching fear when you go over the top.

And me.

Writing to my brother

To come home safely.