This poem is about having to be the bearer of bad news to a military family. I was inspired to write this because of the friends and family that I have lost to the defense of this great country. I tried to write this from the bearers' standpoint because I wanted everyone to see that they share in the sadness of a compatriot.
This poem originally was published in Poems on Life - Poems on Society
Standing At The Door
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Standing at the door, dog tags in hand. About to tell a loved one about their loss. Thinking of how it could have been me. Wondering how they will react. Reaching up with heavy hand, I knock on the door. Waiting nervously, I prepare myself for what's to come. Wishing anxiously someone else had come. Wanting desperately not to have to deliver such news. He gave his life for this country that he loved. Dying so suddenly without warning. He never got to say "Goodbye, my love." Sadly thinking how to treat the wounds I'm sure to inflict. Praying for peace and getting only a saddened heart. The only tribute I can give is this poem. His memory will never fade from my mind. His lust for life never replaced. His joy in his family and his friends, never forgotten. He will live on 'till the end of time. He is one of us, the unforgotten vet. |
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