~ A Fathers Arrival ~


~ Return of the Patriot ~

One on her hip
One held her hand
One stood taller
As if now in command

Waving a husband,
A beloved Daddy away
With tearful good-byes,
As a wife stands to pray

The sun caught golden buttons
He appeared god-like –
Through the eyes of his children
The eyes of his wife

Months later, sleepless nights
Lil guys void of guidance
There fathers protection
Displayed in a land of violence

Tap, tap, tap
Comes a knock at the door…
An American custom
From wars before…

A tipped hat, brown envelope
A family dismayed, a family broke
Tears stain, blur the lines
Of condolences scripted, wrote

One on her hip
One held her hand
One stood taller
As if now in command

As the red, the white, the blue
Lives on
Though so many Hero’s
Gone…gone…gone.

O’Prunty
8/28/2014

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