A Bench For Alex
Alex died in Iraq
Nineteen years of age
The bench arrived at the Veteran's Cemetary
A reminder of the war and rage
It glows with beauty
For it is brand new
Yet the last reminder of an only child
A dad, alive, polishing until he turns blue
His tears would land on the bench
Discolor would follow
He kept crying and rubbing
I couldn't even swallow
As I pulled him away
To stop the torcherous event
He looked to the sky... to vent
"Alexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx!"
I LOST IT!!!!!!
Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2007
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