Day to day, she stood by her dad,
The flowers sprung and bloomed.
”I’ll always be here,” the great man said,
Not knowing that dangers came soon.

Under the moon, a silver star,
The night he went away.
To atone the scars of damaged plains,
And bring a brighter day.

“He will return,” his daughter prayed,
Her hope still glowed so fierce.
Optimistic, determined – she never gave in,
Her heart – no darkness would pierce

Months dissolved into weary years,
The mailbox faded to grey.
And quietly, like a dying spark,
She finally turned away

Flashing bright upon the screen,
A sudden voice spoke clear.
To say the warring lands made peace,
Echoing far and near

“Celebrate the fallen veterans!”
The television proclaimed.
While tears fell for the faithful man,
That would stay in the heart unchanged

From then all the way to 2026,
The girl, 81 still believes:
Her father, lives deep down in her heart,
Sleeping, resting in peace.