Fresh cut flowers for your grave
and the flag to show your pride.
Remorse, pain, and regret I try to stave
those unshed tears I attempt to hide.
There is no comfort in reading the lines
which are etched in concrete at the base.
There is but a hollow spot this day defines
and this desperate coldness, hard to erase.
Sleep on, dear father, soldier grand.
I dare not weep for fear you'll see.
Instead I'll recall a strong warm hand
and that gentle soul who nurtured me.
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