I won't be coming home

This poem was written by a young lad who knew he wasn't going home from the hospital.Try and read it without wiping away a tear.

Mother can you hear me

I'm lying here all alone

In this foreign country

So many miles from home

I can see your gentle face

Tears shining in your eyes

When you left me at the station

And we said our last goodbyes

My life is flashing here before me

I know my end is near

And running down my cheek

I can taste a salty tear

I can see our little house

On our little road

And all my friends I played with

Unlike them, I won't grow old

I can see all of our neighbours

Standing with their cups of tea

I looked out for those neighbours

And they looked out for me

And I can see sweet Maggie

She lives two doors away

My dream it was to fall in love

And marry her some day

And I can see my Father

A gentle man was he

When he came home from the docks

He would rock me on his knee

Forgive me mum for leaving you

I know I've broke your heart

But I'm fighting for my country

I had to do my part

Just remember Mother

What you taught me way back then

When our time on earth is over

We shall meet up once again

So Mother I'll be waiting

At Heaven's open door

And when the good Lord calls you

We shall never part no more

Mum I have to go now

I'm in a lot of pain

I'm waiting on my Saviour

Calling out my name

I hope they take my body home

To that grand place of my Birth

Then I can rest forever

In my good old Liverpool Earth