Like A Royal Crown

A young marine proudly stands tall,
studies the names on the black wall.
Traces a steady hand upon a name,
feels within his heart a burning flame.

Sorrowful eyes with meaningful tears,
for a soldier not known throughout his years.
With pain and sorrow burning in his eyes,
and an inquisitive mind that will not die. 

A broken heart in this young man’s chest
dedicated to his father who did his best.
He's striving for mortal recompense,
hoping to remove his  mortal consequence.

His determination reflects a strength of convictions,
offers a ceremonial prayer, a solemn benediction.
To his powerful protector and faithful disciple,
a Marine known only as his father Michael.

This young Marine salutes his father
Take hold of the hand of his widow mother
This soldier’s brilliance knows no bounds
for a son who wears his name like a royal crown.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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