David R. “Poppa” Alexander


Lying here in this elephant grass under the stars
Staring at the bright twinkle of their glow
I wonder if Dad and Mom are sitting on the front porch watching the passing cars?
Mom doing what Moms do and Dad just thinking with his cigarette aglow.

Are the stars and the moon here the same as they are in the world?
Do any of my old friends ever think about me over here?
I hardly remember the home I left before here I was hurled.
No family, no boyhood friends, no one to call dear.

Does the wind blow the same for Mom and Dad at home tonight?
I wonder if Dad had these thoughts in World War II.
Did Dad have doubts, fears, and questions about what is right?
Dad never talked about the war, and I always wished I knew.

Does Mom still cry at night when she thinks about me?
Does she still cook those meals that I always like so much?
Does she see these same stars that are just above the trees?
I know I long for just one of her hands upon my cheek to touch.

Another night without them, another day, and then a week
Dad always the strong one carries on with his daily chores
I wonder does Mom still believe that the earth shall be inherited by the meek.
Dad has his now I have mine, as we both have had our wars.

Will the young men of the future still be wondering these same things?
Will they fight another war in a distant land while at home protesters bring shame?
Is there anything we can do to stop this thing called war and still let freedom ring?
I suppose there isn’t and I can’t find anyone to blame.

So we old and young, wish the same thing all over again
And I can almost attest that my Dad and his Dad before
Lord never again let this happen to our young sisters and our young men
But knowing, because I have read, that there will always be wars and rumors of war.