by Alexandra Pollard

Created on: May 09, 2009

They handed her a flag,

folded up so neatly,

clasped in her hands,

with her old rosary.

The salutes exchanged,

they lowered it down,

a newly carved casket,

for the snow hardened ground.

Proud families may tell her,

of her great sacrifice,

but all she can think of,

is how very nice,

it would have been to see him,

come off that plane,

not carried by men,

all dressed the same,

but in his favorite shirt,

walking so tall,

towering over,

their children so small.

So she clings to the flag,

and her memories,

he has come home in his own way,

he will lay there in peace.

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