by Mike Patrick

Created on: January 23, 2010

My father wept as the flag passed by;
At rigid attention he stood.
He had no words to explain just why;
Only the veterans understood.

I watched my bride walk down the aisle,
And my words did surely fail.
There were no words for what I felt
As I softly raised her veil.

As I looked down at my just born child,
So much I had to say,
But emotion choked my very air
And stole my words away.

I stand above the fresh filled grave,
A victim now of fate.
At last I say what I need to say,
But the words came way too late.

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