I Remember November Eleven
Mommy said it was the day I was born,
On November eleven she said my Daddy left
To fight for freedom in countries war torn.
And the day that I turned four;
That night that I woke up and answered
The mid-night knock upon our door.
That soldier standing with his back to the door.
It was my birthday and I KNEW
My Daddy’d come home from the war.
That soldier turned around and said,
“Would your Mommy be home son?”
I told him, “YOU’RE NOT MY DAD.”
That soldier standing there so sad,
Said he’d come to tell Mommy
‘Bout the accident Daddy’d had.
I saluted that soldier and asked,
“WILL MY DADDY BE BACK HOME
BEFORE THIS CHRISTMAS IS PAST?”
When that soldier saluted me and said,
“No Sir, --- I’m sorry son ----
But your Daddy is dead.”
The day they ended the war,
It was the day that I turned seven,
And I knew I’d see Daddy no more.
With a red poppy pinned on my coat,
And I remember WHY my Daddy DIED
Each time I cast a ballot and vote.