Just Nine

• Genevieve Hehir, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2009

Where did you go sweet love of mine?
I woke one morn to find you gone
The bed was made, the room was bear
You were gone within a second of time

Where did you go young friend of mine?
I woke one morn to find you gone
No note, no word, no trace
And all I could do was weep a silent cry

Where did you go gentle man of mine?
I woke on morn to find you gone
A tear escaped at the news
That war was now on your mind

Where did you go boy solider of mine?
I woke one morn to find you gone
You experienced love, now hate
Only in the midst of hate you shine?

Where did you go “killed in battle” of mine?
I woke one morn to find you gone
It was that fatal news, the fatal blow
Which stole all hope of mine

Where are you now sweet love of mine?
I wake every morn to find you gone
Do you walk over my grave to be?
Again sending a shiver down thy spine

Where are you now pure lover of mine?
Waking every morn you are gone
Soar in the heavens above, my love
It’s nine months since we kissed, just nine