Memories
of a grandfather that I never knew
each Anzac day they come...
I cry for you as I watch the services
for the grandfather I never knew
you died for us
injured
fatally
in a land far away.
New Guinea
Was were you were shot
In my soldier father's arms
you died
on his birthday.
The pain lingered down the years
and is still here today.
I wish I had met you...
maybe one day.
Lest we forget.
In memory of my Grandfather Oswald Barlin
