--- A tribute to my Great-Grandfather, and all of those who fought alongside him on bloody battlefields and beaches during WWII ---
Daddy, where are you? With my cry in the night, No dad by my bed, gone to war, mama said. 78th division, you said to me, Told me about your big gun, Far across the wide grey sea. Daddy, don’t get killed please!
I miss you dad, come home again to Springfield. Your letters to this boy can’t replace your love Where is Belgium, dad? Is the enemy there? The twins want to know, daddy, When you will be home again.

Children, grandchildren, great and great-great, too
She taught all something no matter the age.
Five generations she spread her love through
And wrote special notes on our life’s book’s page.

Now we remember the times she was near
Reflecting on her magnanimous deeds
And think of the moments we all hold dear
And the intelligence planted like seeds.