221 SENIOR POEM, FIRST PLACE Continued: Viena Milley The war had 昀nally ended, our victory secured. Our father would come home to us, and we all felt assured. But days and weeks did pass, and soldiers did arrive, But never did my father come to be here by our side. And then one day a soldier came, but he was not our father. And that's when I found out he was a victim of the slaughter. My mother turned all pale, but thanked the soldier tight; Later I heard her crying long into the night. And I cried too, for he was gone, my joyful, loving father And soon I realized that we, too, were victims of the slaughter. He'd never see his daughter grow, or watch her when she wed; All because this war we fought left my father dead. I am the Unknown Soldier's daughter, And now I wish I'd known; That brave dear father who went to war And left us all alone.
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