War Can Hurt

In a world where war is thoroughly known,
Another princess sits on her thrown.

She’s happy, cheerful, and three years at age,
But you’ll see there’s more if you turn the page.

Her father is stationed to fight for his nation,
For two years her mother’s alone in frustration.

When he returned, his daughter was ready no doubt,
But his true work, she never knew about.

Her mother told her he was out and had worked,
But it didn’t explain it, her excuse was quirked.

The girl never knew her father was a hero,
She thought he didn’t want her, sans, none, zero.

She love him much and she loved him so,
But a beloved stranger is all she would know.

She’ll grow older and possibly never recall,
As for now, it’s most prior thought above all.

To this day, I wonder if the title is worth it:
The title of hero with the separation it’d commit.