I go to the bridge, and I stand with the others,
Neighbours, strangers, fathers, and mothers.
We wait in the cold, or we wait in the sun,
For the calvacade carrying Canada’s son.
Traffic flows under this place where we stand,
Horns honking, lights flashing, some waving their hands,
And we are connected this time in this space,
Feeling the loss of another sweet face.
It seems not to matter if we disagree
Or stand in support of their mission to free
Those folks over there in that faraway land;
We come for the soldiers – it’s for them we stand.
Those brave men and women who answered the call.
They’ve given their lives; what I give is so small,
An hour of my time to speak for my nation,
To welcome them home at this repatriation.
So I go to the bridge, and I stand with the others,
Neighbours, strangers, father, and mothers.
We wait in the cold, or we wait in the sun,
For the calvacade carrying Canada’s son.
-Cathy Kehoe
Oshawa, Ontario
