The Cross
The young man worked quietly
His Dad had been away,
But he was full of emotion
His Dad would return today.
He had carved the wood with perfection
His Dad would be so pleased,
His Mom helped him gather daisies
In the warm September breeze.
The limousine pulled in the drive
The boy saluted the men,
They handed him his country's flag
He felt his heart would never mend.
The velvet box passed to his Mom
As they bowed their heads to pray,
Thankyou for our soldiers
At home, and far away.
That young boy is a man today
And he still feels his loss,
As he watches his son pick daisies
To lay beneath the cross.
Lynn Barany
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