Following on from my previous post, I dedicate this poem to Steve who is sadly no longer here:
A Paratrooper….
I saw an Ad
To write to you
You wanted a friend
Another focus too.
In January 97,
You said “Hello”
“My name is Steve
I have a sore toe.
From all the marching,
And running too,
It bleeds sometimes,
But this is what I do.
I jump from planes,
It was scary at first.
But now these skyfalls
Quench my thirst.
I love to travel,
I love the sun
I’m studying like crazy.
When not with a gun.
A paratrooper by title,
I was 18 at the start,
5 years later,
A strong soldier with a heart.
Sometimes I’m lonely,
A lot of times I’m not.
So busy with my life,
I make good of what I’ve got.
I love my fitness,
It’s important to me.
I try to improve,
Be the best I can be.
Sorry if this letter,
Arrived a little late.
But I’ll send you some photos,
Just a little more to wait.
I love to get your mail,
Please write soon Claire.
Keep smiling, soldier on.
Love from Steve, take care.”
31 of these letters,
I treasure with happy tears
So sad that you are gone Steve,
Thank you for those two years.
By Clarabelle
