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Memorial Day, 2009
by Meredith C HartwellI forget, sometimes, that he was a soldier --
- not that he gave so many years and lost as much time,
- not that the Army still owes him money and an education, at the very least,
- not that he was a different man before 2001,
- and certainly not how good he looked in uniform,
but sometimes, I forget what they did give him in return.
So with wounds six years old and still fresh,
the tears come without warning
when the bagpipes play Amazing Grace for the fallen,
and my soldier snaps
to salute. 06/15/2009 Author's Note: PotD 5/31/10
Posted on 06/16/2009
Copyright © 2024 Meredith C Hartwell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/31/10 at 12:56 PM A great Memorial day POTD. Very nicely done Meredith. |
| Posted by Joe David on 05/31/10 at 09:03 PM A wonderful honest look at the gift given and the gift taken, a mixed blessing like so much of life. Well done. |
| Posted by Jon-Jacob F Deal on 06/01/10 at 03:30 AM This is fantastic. |
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