| A Grandfather's Tribute |  |
| Thoughts race helter-skelter through my head
And will not quit as I remember a young soldier boy
Age four or there about.
His quest for knowledge sated by a finger point
And a question formed and said in a childish way.
"Whasthat?" His way of saying, what is that?
The answer most always came from family members
Who were there.
Today as I sit in this processional car
Glum and numbed by grief,
I can imagine the boy Chris saying.
"Grandpa, whasthat?"
My answer would surely be, "Christopher, that's a brave young man
In that big and polished car that's first in line.
All these people standing beside us both right and left
And the flags that line the street pay tribute to the soldier
Whose decisions were based on what he believed right."
Slowly I turned to see if the little lad had heard.
He was gone.
The procession moved on.
Chris gone!
Love ties his memory to us all. | By Everett Campbell
Copyright 2006
Listed November 23, 2006 |
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