It is not in parades or days
We find the fitting honors.
It is not in displays or ways
We bring our veterans praise.
The highest honors silence knows
Is in hearts and eyes and poses.
In hearts that burst with gratitude
And eyes where weeping flows.
In poses where the comrade stands
Stretched tall in firm salute.
They honor others with their hands
Without a word, stand resolute.
In silence lift our veterans.
In honor, stop and remember when
A father, mother, son or daughter
Gave themselves for the brethren.
Silence comes and calls: “at ease”
And comforts loved ones lost.
We too find solace and reprieve
While heaven cares for these.
Copyright © Tom Valles