I saw a picture today
A solider killed in a war he didn’t start
Killed in a war he didn’t believe in
His body left behind as others fled,
From the chaos of war only he remains, covered in a blanket of snow
No one who sees him now, will know who he is
No one who knew him before, will know that he died
But I know him
He is my mother’s father
and a portion of him is still living in my mother and me
A portion of him is safe within us
He was my grandmother’s lover
He was my family’s protector
Trying to save them from the atrocity of war
If it wasn’t for him; I would not be where I am today
I saw a picture today
A solider killed in a war he didn’t start
Killed in a war he didn’t believe in
His body left behind as others fled,
From the chaos of war only he remains, covered in a blanket of snow
And while the picture I saw wasn’t of my grandfather
I wondered if it would be, for someone else one day
Another family born of fracture due to one’s man need for power
Another man left people on this earth, who will never get to meet him
I wonder what parts of me are him
I wonder what characteristics I see in my mom I would’ve also seen in him
I saw a picture today
A solider killed in a war he didn’t start
Killed in a war he didn’t believe in
His body left behind as others fled,
From the chaos of war only he remains, covered in a blanket of snow
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