Honoring a soldier
By Teresa Blakely
He stands tall as his father taught him and salutes with honor.
Watching with great pride inside, I smile ever so softly.
Not a tear streams down his cheeks.
As I stand there watching him receive the flag of his father,
That day he became a man.
He turns to my sister and gently places it in her arms.
Lingering his kiss upon her forehead,
Whispering, I love you.
She raised her eyes to meet his,
As the tears flow down to her heart.
The loss they have endured is at a great price.
The dear loved one will not be forgotten.
No, not in their hearts.
He gave of his life for his country and family,
So we may have freedom.
There is no greater love than to give yourself for others.
Don’t take this for granted for freedom, there is a price.
Sacrifices are great and of many kinds,
Separation, distance and most of all death.
Is the price they pay.
The love, laughter, tears, and the emptiness in our hearts,
Cherishing those memories that were made.
Always to be remembered for their courage and bravery,
Never to be forgotten.
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