your beautiful poem got me thinking irene, so last night (well, the wee small hours of this morning) i got to rummaging for this that i wrote a couple of years ago. not as good as yours, but worth a look.
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amazing what else you find when you're not looking for it! .... thanks, i found a book i've been looking for, for ages 
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To wait...
'The war to end all wars' they say
I'm sorry, I don't agree,
such fanfare on their leaving day
and then gallipoli.
My uncle, and my husband
both landed there, day one,
and died there on the headland
leaving me with our young son.
And I carried still another child
who never knew its dad,
they said "be strong," which made me wild
felt I was going mad.
"We're military people, girl
we've khaki in our veins,"
I didn't care about the world
just wanted my husband again.
A piece of papers' all it took
to shatter all our dreams,
twenty six years, and now tobruk
we never learned, it seems.
So once again, I'm left to wait
dread the mailman at the door,
one son runs the farm, thats great
but the others on some distant shore.
therese mitchell '05