What’s the yellow ribbon for?
He asked
Did I miss something?
I wondered
He’s a retired police officer
Lives in a small, arrogant world
He doesn’t know! I want to scream
“They died for your freedom”
Where did you get the ribbon
The cashier asked
At a fabric store
I reply
There is a bar and a band paying tribute
to deceased Harley riders
I wear this for the troops
who didn’t come home
Her face flushes, her ignorance displayed
Did she forget, did she ever know?
At the car wash our eyes meet briefly
He turns away
His grief for a fallen comrade
He tries to hide
In the check out line she gently touches my arm
Her eyes overflow as she whispers
Thank you for remembering
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