A father making peace with his son who was a soldier and is buried in arlington. |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** The gardenias are in bloom A scent that gently rides the breeze Deep breaths steal the Fragrance On my stroll through hero lane Down along rows of stones Lies a man whose image is still alive There was a time when I was your hero Days of past I made you cry Trickling down, cold misty rain is coloring the stones The amber sky glows Last rays of light crest the markers Red shines from the backside An ironic color shared with those in this garden The idleness here is deafening A chill now has crept into my coat I must once again walk away Not from these stones of red I can never truly leave But, I must go for tonight For now, I will repeat this pathetic dance My own two step with death awaits me If ever you are watching me You certainly can know that you still live in my life A wonderful man and a son to a proud father Enjoy the heavens You deserve it Remember something for me son You're my hero now To honor those who served, and their loved ones. You will never be forgotten. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |