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Proud Son
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Tis Of Thee Silent vigil keeps him...
reserving time to
free dust from
heart mausoleums
where memories
will never fade.
He was me first
breathing his own
into my heart.
One of many
sons of soldiers
pressing heartache
to names on stone,
running fingers
on smoothed
edges of polished
brass baubles...
looking for something
to remind me
how much he loved me
and how much
he loved
even those
who knew him not.
