He is a hero
so many stripes on his shoulders
and medals on his chest
salute
Commander, aviator, protector of the free,
danger, deployments, tours of duty,
then accolades, parades, promotions.
Back at home, we
crumbled
in silence, while he was gone.
No one noticed,
not even him.
memorial
days
Talking to the Clouds 
As always, very, very, nice!
Thank you so much.
A fine poem IMHO.
Thank you.
You caught the crumbling horror of waiting, not knowing and hoping desperately that he would survive and return 🙂
Thank you very much 🙂
Wow! I need a ‘I freaking LOVE this!!!’ Button. Not an easy poem to write, which is why it is so good. Thank you!
Thank you so much for your kind comments. I appreciate your encouragement!
Hits home
I am glad this poem resonated with you, but sorry that it had to be a sad one that did 😦
Beautiful, Sarah. Ty for the follow. I often follow back, but sometimes I am excited at the mature voices I find, you know?
I see you are a survivor, best to you.
Jim
Thank you, and the same right back at you 🙂
Very succinctly powerful.
Thank you very much.
Deep, deep stuff
Thank you.
Nice,
Jim
Thanks.
Lovely x
Thank you.
Sad and provocative!
“If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say nothing at all.” A strong foundation to crumble on.