April is National Poetry Month. While most of my writing is fiction, I dabble in poetry. Here is my humble offering:

War and Peace

By Charles Suddeth

Tell me how wonderfully brave was he,

How ferociously and skillfully he fought,

How heroic his death surely must be,

How with his blood, freedom was bought.

Children who will never know Dad,

Songs that can never be sung,

Lives that must always be sad,

Forever silent his stammering tongue.

If I could give life to the dead,

If I could swiftly drive sorrow away.

If I could see the hungry ones fed,

I might be king for most of the day.

To a grieving heart, I would give a smile,

Give comfort to those who live in fear,

Give a soul sunshine for a while,

And carefully wipe away each tear.