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Rememberance
by
Gillian Grant
(Daughter of a FEPOW)
Is my fathers spirit
haunting the broken tracks
and discarded camps
of the Siamese Railway?
Or sighing, whispering
through the trees,
and rippling against
the banks and bridges of the
Kwai Noi River?
As we grieve for
the wasted men
long dead of hunger
and disease,
never to know the joy
of freedom regained
Or is his soul at peace
in a summer garden,
with the blackbirds song,
the scent of roses,
bees dancing
among honey rich flowers?
Where his broken body healed.
as the nightmares faded
But remembering,
always remembering
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