Martha, Dear Martha

By: Jimmy Watson

Martha, as I lay here, dying from a gunshot wound,

I think about the day when our love first bloomed.

As I was looking at you and your beautiful grin,

I had no idea what was about to begin.

Martha, I remember our first anniversary,

Looking at our boy, laying in the nursery.

I remember the tear that was stuck in your eye,

As you said, “Look, James. That’s our little guy.”

Martha, I remember the day on which I left you,

The war was another thing we just had to get through.

I don’t think I had ever seen you so nervous,

As I grabbed my bag and left for the service.

Martha, dear Martha, now I feel so somber,

In my death, I have become just another number.

Though I’m not coming home, and you may feel weary,

I don’t want you to fret and get all teary.

For I died happy, in this field of sin,

Thinking of you and your beautiful grin.