Oh son! Dear son!
What a joyous day, when you were born!
Bugles and conches filled the air;
Hustle and bustle of all who cared!
Mother’s blue-eyed baby,
Father’s delight and joy!
Of Grandparents’ – you were,
The cherished, treasured toy!
Every day was a miracle,
Watching you gently grow;
A nurtured, coveted flower,
Like the sun aglow!
‘Twas pride that filled our hearts,
When to serve the soil, you set;
A proud and well – groomed soldier,
To pay your country’s debt.
Forward you walked so princely,
With a radiant, beaming face,
No fear of foe, nor trace!
You fought and killed the enemy,
From within the trench;
Until your being soaked,
With sweat and blood – all drenched!
Resigning to the rival?
No furtherest any thought;
Although your shoulders sagging,
Ambushed enemies you sought!
Jubilant at your victory,
Your spirit still ablaze;
You relentlessly marched along,
Brilliant was your gaze!
You staggered forward in triumph,
The crown of victory was thine;
Oh! That fatal moment,
When you stepped on the mine!
My pretty bloom! My baby!
In a wink of an eye you were gone;
Tendered and nurtured in vain,
My delicate, darling son!