01-08-1941 Every Soldier's Mother
(written at Tobruk)
The following poem was
printed in the “Dalby Times” (Written at Tobruk in
August 1941 by Pte D.J. Wotherspoon, A.I.F.) Mother Dear, to you I’m writing, From a land far o’er the sea, Where brave mates and I are fighting; For
lasting Peace and But of home and you I’m thinking, As the red sun sinks to rest, And a bright star is winking; Above the sunset in the west Ah! Stars and sunsets, Mother, Make me think of home and you, There will never be another Love me, half as fond and true. For your smile is like a sunbeam, Your eyes are twinkling stars, A voice as soft as a valley stream As it ripples down the bars. Now there is no soldier prouder Of his Mother old and grey, Or who sings her praises louder In this country far away. How I’m comforted by knowing That her love will follow me, Where the winds of war are blowing Many miles across the sea. I know she is always waiting. For the letters that I mail, Little bits she’ll be relating To her neighbours, I’ll go bail. How proudly will she greet me When I cross the foam once more, No illusions how she’ll treat me Once I reach old Aussie shore. I know she will be smiling, While the hours of day are bright, But hot tears for me come filling From brave eyes in bed at night. Mother mine you must not worry, You have white hair now to spare, To cause you more I would be sorry, I’ve already caused my share. Dear old pal, I must be leaving, For the daylight fades away; And for you my heart is grieving, In
this land by Au revoir for this time darling, I will pen a fond Goodnight, From this land where guns are snarling, And
the Aussies boys still fight |