To John Alexander Haughton:

[Administrator]

To John Alexander Haughton:

You died when I was five years old
So I never got to know you
I only know what I’ve been told
By those I know who knew you

Some say that you were modest
Some say that you were shy
That is really not surprising
The truth is so am I

I can see you in my children
When I see your photograph
They have your hair they have your eyes
They even have your laugh

I talk to them about you
The little that I know
I know you played a mean guitar
My mother told me so

You never saw me go to school
You never saw me wed
You never saw your grandsons
Or tucked them up in bed

If it wasn’t for that dreadful War
You might still be here today
You were simply there to do your job
And you had a price to pay

Decima Haughton Watkins