A Portrait On the Wall
My father is a Christmas tree-
My mom, a silver ball.
I'm merely a portrait
Hanging on the wall.
But, my eyes see clearly
Father standing tall and strong
Holding fragile Mother dearly,
Whispering, "It won't be long
Until we see our brave son
Who died tragically that day
In a war unwon
By his beloved USA."
by Cherie Durbin
written for Miranda Lambert's "World of War:Vietnam" contest
Copyright © Cherie Durbin | Year Posted 2011
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