Sausage rolls, vol au vents and little meat pies,
Nothing too fancy, but ever so nice.
Same firm of caterers, would you believe
Same as our wedding, that'll please Steve.
Wrote him a letter to tell him so,
Haven't had an answer as yet though
I got my list down to a hundred and twenty....
Mum says that's far too much.
She thinks ten or twelve is plenty
But it's none of her business as such.
He deserves a good welcome, that's for sure,
A welcome to this life.
I want him to know that despite this war,
We celebrate his life.
I told Steve's mum
She found the old robe that Steve wore when he was a baby.
It's been in the family for generations...
Well, I just told her ... maybe.
I really don't like it, I want something new,
But what can I tell her? What can I do?
She gets so ... emotional.
Kieran's got his eyes, so everybody says,
They say he's like a miniature Steve.
I've shown him all the photos, on wet and windy days,
So he recognise him when he's home on leave.
He gives a lovely big smile, and says the word 'Daddy'.
It takes a little while, but it's definitely 'Daddy'.
Not 'Dadda' but 'Daddy'
I told Jade, wasn't sure if I should under the circumstances.
Good practice, I said, for when she has hers,
Following one of her latest romances.
She's beginning to show... her Wayne doesn't know
I just hope he can't do the maths.
That's typical Jade, she just has to get laid,
She says she only does it for laughs.
Carrying on with the boys away, carrying on like that,
Carrying on every day, but she's always been like that...
'If you can't bee with the one you love, love the one you're with'.
But that's no good for me, anyone can see
That I married the one Mr Right.
One man, one Steve, so I've got o believe
He'll come back to me one day .. or night.
Jade was surprised, but I told her straight,
Kieran's nearly one, I really can't wait.
I'm not a Christian or anything like that..
Not practicing anyhow.
I'm not a Christian, as a matter of fact
But I think it's important right now.
I wrote and told Steve, I think he'll be pleased...
It made me feel a bit better.
Written every day since he went away
I wish he could write ... just a letter ...
So I know he's safe ... so I know he's alright ....
I may not be a Christian but I pray every night.
God bless Kieran. God bless Steve.
I only wish I could really believe.
I wish he was here.
I wish he hadn't gone.
Why did he join?
I don't know what went wrong.
'Your responsibilities are here', I said.
Now Kieran and I don't know if he's dead.
I've waited and waited, but still haven't heard,
Not even a letter, not even a word.
I can't watch the news, I can't stand the sight
Of the women sobbing and crying each night.
Dead bodies, dead children .. can't think about them...
No news is good news
God bless Kieran,
Amen.
