01-08-1941 Every Soldier's Mother
(written at Tobruk)
The following poem was
printed in the “Dalby Times”
(Written at Tobruk in
by Pte D.J. Wotherspoon, A.I.F.)
Mother Dear, to you I’m writing,
From a land far o’er the sea,
Where brave mates and I are fighting;
lasting Peace and
But of home and you I’m thinking,
As the red sun sinks to rest,
And a bright star is winking;
Above the sunset in the west
Ah! Stars and sunsets, Mother,
Make me think of home and you,
There will never be another
Love me, half as fond and true.
For your smile is like a sunbeam,
Your eyes are twinkling stars,
A voice as soft as a valley stream
As it ripples down the bars.
Now there is no soldier prouder
Of his Mother old and grey,
Or who sings her praises louder
In this country far away.
How I’m comforted by knowing
That her love will follow me,
Where the winds of war are blowing
Many miles across the sea.
I know she is always waiting.
For the letters that I mail,
Little bits she’ll be relating
To her neighbours, I’ll go bail.
How proudly will she greet me
When I cross the foam once more,
No illusions how she’ll treat me
Once I reach old Aussie shore.
I know she will be smiling,
While the hours of day are bright,
But hot tears for me come filling
From brave eyes in bed at night.
Mother mine you must not worry,
You have white hair now to spare,
To cause you more I would be sorry,
I’ve already caused my share.
Dear old pal, I must be leaving,
For the daylight fades away;
And for you my heart is grieving,
this land by
Au revoir for this time darling,
I will pen a fond Goodnight,
From this land where guns are snarling,
the Aussies boys still fight