There once was a family born and raised in the wake of a war.
They spent time at the beach listening to the waves as they clash with the shore
They hid under tables and beds from the raids as they coated the streets with gore.
It wasn’t before long that the father was gone and kissed his wife and son at the door.
There were tears shed on the fearful night she heard a knocking on the door.
The father had died an honorable death when he went to fight in the war.
Once more the family head to the shore to hear the waves clash again.
When the son came up to mommy and said he had made a friend.
Mommy was sad and deep in her sorrow she didn’t listen to what he said.
He said: “Mommy please listen, my friend says he’s sorry daddy is dead.”
Mommy spun around tears in her eyes and hugged his son almost ignoring what he said.
“I’m sorry my son I’m here for you, let’s go inside it’s time for bed.”
Tucked in the covers lying in bed the son had more to say.
As mommy lay beside him he said this before she turned away.
“Daddy says he loves you and we will meet someday.”
Eyes widen in disbelief: “My child, how did you hear this today?”
The boy sat up from his bed suddenly his smile grew.
He was excited, a tear runs down his cheek this was something new.
“Son, are you okay? Is there something I can do?”
The boy looked at his mother: “Mommy don’t you see daddy? He’s standing right behind you!”
Hells Reject 