A body has been found
And that’s a mercy
A missing person leaves an aching heart
Some one disappears
Is never found
An empty chair
A room a place apart
There’s comfort to be found
Where there’s a grave
A place to go and grieve a shrine to make
To pour out love
For one so sorely missed
And then to take up life all for your sake
My great grandparents gave their sons to war
One came home
Two are buried far
In fateful France and near Jerusalem
Family grieved
But could not mother them
My father saw the worst that war can do
Gave him nightmares
Words were very few
But he knew that war was foolish
A right mug’s game
Here are his words
To tell the world the same
Brian Fahy
19 February 2023
Erris Poetry 