LETTER: A poem titled Hurry Back Home

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WHEN I look at a sky of black velvet,

Stretched out with a million bright stars.

Each one a glistening tear drop,

Sending my message to you from afar.

Your message, take care my husband,

Don’t ever forget that you’re mine.

This love in my heart is a monster,

That will live through a thousand life-times.

I think of you each passing moment,

Never a day goes by but I cry.

Your letters are parcels of sunlight,

Which I open with a kiss and a sigh.

Please hurry back home my darling,

You’ve been away far too long.

I know that your country needs you,

But my needs are just as strong.

Albert Armstrong,

Percy Street,

Hartlepool.