Soldier's Legacy
A metal of valor, sparkling gold,
A soldiers helmet, blood stained and old.
A picture of my father, the day before he died,
My own swollen heart, full of depression and pride.
He fought on the front line, day after day,
while I'd neal at his picture, cry and pray.
He fought for freedom, for his daughter and wife,
and for his country, as well as his life.
What do you call it, when a soldier has to fight,
fight for his family, freedom and right?
They say that a man will always return after the war
but only a box of poems comes knocking at your door. Letters he wrote, and letters he kept,
stained and wrinkled from tears that he wept.
His certificate returns in the hands of a man,
dirty, injured, and sun bitten tan.
He seems to have a lot of certificates in that car,
but this one gripped my heart and left a scar. (second stanza below)
2007-05-19
15:22:41
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