cindy was eight and her daddy was sent away,
she could remember what he had told her " do not worry baby I will be home by x-mas".
as the days went on and the nights grew longer the phone rang.
fearing for what she would hear on the other line the sudden words that would change her life.
its ur father he was killed by a landmine.
she put the reciever down with tears streaming down but only thing in her mind would be.
he died for the cause of someone to be able to have what she had now and that was freedom.

great poem... I like it a lot, but I think it needed a little more to it; not hating at all. damn u be writing sum deep sh!t, keep up the good work

thnx homes all I am trying to work for is a nomination for this thread peace.