The Triangles of AngelsA Poem by icelandicblue
Perhaps he wasn't the tallest man I knew,
but he cast the longest shadow a girl could climb. And as the sun set on his last day above the ground the man in blinding white played taps on the breath of god where time stopped, and trees listened. Then together the angel men in their white gloves folded the final symbol of my father and one spoke, "On behalf of the President of the United States and the Chief of Naval Operations, please accept this flag as a symbol of our appreciation for your loved one's service to this Country and a grateful Navy" my father never felt so small as I hugged that triangle to me and neither did I. © 2013 icelandicblueReviews
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Added on June 10, 2013Last Updated on June 11, 2013 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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