With the grace of the lone white dove flying north,
Hands folded, with gentle care, material between them.
Dreams fulfilled within fabric being turned, imprinted faith.
Freedom sung through leaves rattling beneath their feet.
â€”Child remember I have stood, where your feet tread.
Liberty from imprisonment, where nameless souls rested.
Where forever was never a word but instead a definition.
Blood spilled, innocent spirit, written within newspapers.
She raised her hand in her fatherâ€™s memory, final salute.
â€”Never forget those who gave you the freedoms you have.
Heartbroken child presented with the medals left behind,
While her mother was handed the folded heartbroken flag.
Never would she forget the love her father had for his job.
For now she knew who she was, who she would become.
â€”Forever the soldierâ€™s daughter.
I'm aware if you point the flow is off ^_^ I'm going to probably rewrite this one later on.
Wow this poem really touched my heart, it was great. Excellent work...the whole soldier topic really hits me hard. I have a family member who was drafted to the war. It's a tragic feeling to the heart, but great work. 5/5
11 years ago
by shobhana kumar
"Liberty from imprisonment, where nameless souls rested.
Where forever was never a word but instead a definition."
that's a beuatiful way to describe the aftermath of the funeral - nothing more to hold on to except memories forever.
a wonderful dedication to those we don't stop to think by in our mundane, ordinary lives.