After noting several hits on my website looking for remembrance poems, I thought it appropriate to post this. The following poem was written, sometime around late 1943, by my cousin Robert “Bud” George Alfred Burt. He was a tail gunner in 408 Squadron. He sent the poem home to his girlfriend in Canada. He died March 15 1944.
This little poem, I just had to write;
To let you know that things are all right,
That my thoughts are of you, wherever I roam,
Whether it’s over Berlin, or over old Rome.
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And though things look stormy, cloudy or bright,
My thoughts and my prayers are with you every night,
Though God has willed that we drift far apart,
I feel we are closer, both in spirit and heart.
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The dark clouds are lifting, and things now look bright,
It, won’t be long now, till we have things right;
So here’s to the future, the past has gone by,
The future I’ve dreamed of for both you and I.
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So chins up, old girl, things really look bright,
Though I know I shant be home, today or tonight;
But tomorrow is coming, and we’ll win the darn war,
Then we’ll pick up again, where we left off before.
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Say hello to your mother, your family and mine,
Give them my regards and tell them I’m fine;
In closing, there’s yet one thing I’d like to do,
And that is to convey just how much I love you.
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Well, dear, I’ll write “finish” to this poem or rhyme,
My eyes are complaining, it’s past my bed-time;
Hereafter I’ll stick to my turrets and my guns,
And leave things like this to poets and their sons.
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So good night, my dear, pleasant dreams, pleasant rest,
And may I add, “Merry Christmas and all of the best”;
And I hope that, God has willed it to be,
To protect and to keep you safely for me.
By Robert “Bud” George Alfred Burt