A Memory Displayed
Forty years, the flag sits in its case on the mantle
Her children are grown now
Everyone says it is time for her to move on
She wonders, tears welling in her eyes
How can she let another touch those tender spots in her heart
Those special places where he remains alive
Memories…not worth a damn when you can’t share them
Freedom…a high price paid for something she will never again know
The only freedom she ever knew, was in his arms
Lost to the hot, muggy jungle. Guerrillas who never knew his name
Never knew his children
Never knew he was her life, her soul, her heart, her spirit
Slowly, she opens the case, touching inside
It is the fabric of his life.
Pressing it to her face she inhales, hoping to find his scent
The red; his blood, spilled in a war that nobody believed in
The white; the purity of his heart and the life they shared
The stars; a symbol of the heavens where surely he rests now
She wonders if anyone else cares about their sacrifice
Has anyone touched his name on “The Wall”
Felt his essence there, wept for him and his family
Wiping away her tears, she closes the case, clutching it to her breast
He was a good man, a wonderful father
A hero, her hero, her world
She waits for his voice, his kiss upon her brow
Hoping he will come tonight in her dreams
And chase away the pain of another day without him.
Sherry Gail Heim
May 25, 2008
Copyright © Sherry Gail Heim 2008
We cannot even imagine the sacrafice of the loved ones.
Amen
Heartfully beautiful, I simply loved this.
Thoughts to always treasure as our family knows oh too well.
Thank you for sharing,
~Gwendolyn
The white; the purity of his heart and the life they shared
The stars; a symbol of the heavens where surely he rests now
So very sad, and a most powerful Memorial Day poem, Sherry.
Regis
Fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Glad your back.
A very sad write. Well written..
Ron
What more need be said? You've conveyed the heartbreak, perfectly - a sacrifice too much to bear - thank you for honoring those who served/serve/will serve - as the daughter of/sister of/niece of/cousin of Veterans, as well as a Veteran, myself, I will not forget the cost - well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *tears*
I wrote of the post war troubles of fallen survivors in my stories section.
Ron