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.
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