Hope Poem by Ruth Rayment

I hope when the sun rose on your face
It gleamed upon you in the brightest way it could have done.
I hope when you fought for your life you strove through.
I hope when the grenades flew, you escaped in the nick of time.
When the rifles were shot, n the mines were hidden n then retrieved
I hope you witnessed them, n you took action against what came fourth.
I hope when you see the sun dawn upon your sweltering head, you realise....
There is another day gone, but another day spent and one day heaven you shall meet...