Alone in a flying Tempest,
The skies at night he did roam,
In search of vicious V bombs and got it,
But was killed on his way coming home.
He sleeps now in a graveyard in Surrey,
Amongst the shrubs and sweet smelling pines,
Away from all pain and war worry,
Gordon, beloved son of mine.
Written by the mother of Fl/Lt. Gordon Loversidge Bonham DFC.
Placed in a New Zealand newspaper
