Written September 3, 2014 in thoughts of the families friends and loved ones of: Warrant Officer Frank Robert Mellish, CD, Corporal Michael James Alexander Seggie, Corporal Andrew Paul Grenon, Private Chadwick James Horn, Private William Jonathan James Cushley, Warrant Officer Richard Francis Nolan, Sergeant Shane Stachnik. May you R.I.P. We Will Remember Them
What can I say to a loved one
That I haven’t already said
So many years of poetry
My heart my soul is spent
For I have shed tears that flow
With every poem sent
For I began to write them as
If my own sons were one of them
Those who stood, those who gave
Those who waited for
A son a daughter, mom or dad
To return from the fear of war
Although I never could really feel the pain
Or comprehend the loss
The thought the caring, the time I spent
Has helped me understand what they have lost
But not until they told me
Of a little of how they’ve felt
Their pain, their loss, overwhelms me still
And the poems they go on
So on this September third Anniversary
Of the loss of so many sons
Who gave their all for Canada
And a world to stand strong
I pray Oh Lord that they rest in peace
May their families always know
That a brethren strong and so many more
Hold them in our hearts so close
Please know that when you take a stroll
You will find them ever near
They’re sitting on a branch so close
You’ll think that you can hear
That sweet, sweet, voice of yesteryear
You can smell the scent once held
In heart in time that was so close
Held within your mind
You will see them in the clouds that glide
A peaceful summer’s eve
Wandering forth towards sunset’s glow
Never in the dark
You will find them in a water drop
As a memory comes to mind
As spring time melts the tears away
And all about grows green
So for those Families my heart has spent
My tears, my love my care
I pray that you will take a walk
With your loved one ever near
Recall the joys, the dad so near
The husband, the son the man
Who gave his life for our better world
I bow reach out my hand
That my poetry will keep them near
Near and dear to all our hearts
That we all may enjoy a stroll
Hold them close and near our hearts
By Roger Borchert
The Borchert Family, Morinville, Ab
