Tommy Lad by Kath Egar

Tommy Lad

Where are you? I long to see your face
My Heart is breaking for you I can’t replace
Tommy Lad
I still set a place for you
As there’s really nothing else, I can think to do
Tommy Lad
The suffering you may have faced
And for what? Oh it’s such a waste
Oh! Tommy Lad
Where have you laid your head?
On some Flanders field, alas, for we just
been told you’re dead

Kath Egar (Osmondthorpe Creative Writing Group)