Vietnam War

• Adam Masen, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2017

I heard footsteps creeping up towards the front of my house
The doorbell rang
I could sense my fear creeping up, like a snake slithering silently
All I hoped,
was that it would not be news of my boy John who was part of the Australian army
I had to face the truth
I walked nervously towards the door and opened it
Standing at my front door, was a man dressed in a war outfit
He handed a piece of paper over,
And the only words he said were, “I’m sorry.”, and off he went
I stood there and wept
I wept for hours
I wept for his heart and mine, I wept for my baby that had floated to heaven
Tears ran down my face like a waterfall
I couldn’t believe my boy John was gone