Colin F. Jones

GOD BLESS THEE, ALL WHO WAIT

This monument,
This cenotaph,
Wherein my soldier lies,
This moment,
This memory,
Reflected in my eyes.
This hollow void,
This emptiness,
A thousand times he dies,
This prayer unheard,
This hopelessness,
The echo of his cries.
This spirit lives,
This love retained,
My soldier still survives.