Captain D Craig-Johnson wrote this poem whilst a POW in Stalag VIIIB Lamsdorf
Ahh! beautiful mother, how wondrous you are
In the eyes of this soldier who’s fighting afar
Who hears your soft voice, yet who hears not a sound.
Save the crashing of guns and the hell all around;
Who sees your sweet smile, yet there’s nothing at all
For memory painted it – though let it fall
Into the roar of battle – to drown.
Ahh! dearest of mothers, how watchful you are.
To the ways of this soldier who’s fighting afar
For you are the greatest of all things out here
To the heart of this solder who’s lonely and drear
Do you know that he turns from the turmoil and strife
And thinks of and loves you and prays for his life
That he may return home and tell you some day
After thoughts which he failed to when he went away.
How you peep at him sadly from out of the night
Or sit in his dug out – then slip from his sight
Oh! wonderful mother, what comfort you are
To the soul of this solder who’s fighting afar
But God sent an angel, and now he’s on leave
In that beautiful haven which waits to receive
That vast army of heroes who lay down their lives
For the sake of their children, their homesteads and wives.
For the sake of their king and their country and all
And there in the glory they wait for the call
Of gods martial order which brings to them there
Their mothers on earth who have no one to care
Oh! be rested, dear mothers, brave mothers you are
You shall come to your loved ones in the New World afar.
Captain D Craig-Johnson