A Folded American Flag In My Lap

A folded American flag in my lap

 

Folded ever so neatly by the U.S. Marine Corps

Old glory handed to me ever so gently

Life can be so cruel at times

Dedicated to my son, I write this poem

Every now & then I recall his funeral & taps

Drunk driver, he killed my only son

 

A folded American flag in my lap

My tears streaming down my face

Evenings in April, they come & they go as the years pass by

Remembering the April tears that I did cry & still do

I wish I could turn back time, spend one more day with my Bobby

Can't go back & change the past, must go on, that's what he would want

April showers bring May flowers to lay upon his grave, no I hold his ashes

Now the time has come for me to let him go...

 

Forever is such a long time

Lingering here for a moment, as I recall the talks we use to have

A quiet evening in April it was, when I got that dreaded phone call

Grief striken & in shock, my whole world cave in, Bobby was gone

 

On the day of the funeral, I picked out a shirt to match his sky blue eyes

Never will I be able to look into them again, it hurts me to know this

 

My heart will always be broken, though time has a way of healing wounds

You lose a child & you lose a part of yourself, causes a hole in your heart

 

Like a daggar it hit me, as a soldier set a folded American flag in my lap

As I peered over to the casket, my son lying there, I was a proud mom

Please don't drink & drive, help to keep us all safe & alive...

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Your voice cries out with such a longing for life again.. tears streaming through the pain.. and at such a tragedy... A lesson i hope others will learn.. So deeply sorry for your loss..

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Wow. This is an emotional punch in the gut. I feel so much pain when I read this but I know that the sun is all at once cruel and kind. She will cruelly keep rising in the morning despite your pain but at the same time, she will mercifully keep rising every day, forcing you to live tomorrow and the next day and the next ... and one day ... you smile again without even realizing it.

This brings to mind a poem that I wrote. I do not normally send read requests or ask people to read my writing, preferring to let them find my words on their own. But I will make an exception now and point you to a poem that I wrote for a friend who lost a son whose name happened to be Bobby.

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/The%20Lonely%20Stranger/71080/