Harold's poem titled 

'A Mothers Son'

My son he fell for England's cause,

In France across the sea,

He was my son, my eldest son,

And all the world to me,

Gods will be done, 'tis hard to say,

When those we love are taken away,

But let us pray, hope and then,

That some day we shall meet again.

Written on 17/11/17 by Mr B. Leigh, Harold's Uncle

Alan Mockford