Dad’s Flag
There in the noon day sun~
The flag’s shadow flaps~
On the stark white smooth snow~
Like my Father’s Spirit is in attendance~
With this signal letting me know.
My mind strays on thinking~
How the flag pole was so important to my Dad~
He maintained the flag pole always~
With the honor it should have.
Even when he was too ill to run the ropes~
I would be his hands for him~
To attend the proper exchange~
Of the American flag~
I with pride not only for our country~
But for the Father that I had.
To be quite honest~
My mind traveled again~
How since my Dad had passed~
The same flag still flaps.
I suppose I should carry on~
The proper tradition on my own~
Yet the chief correct task~
Seems so depressing at this time~
Without my Father at the mast.
As the post’s shadow stretches longer~
Across the velvety pallid snow~
I think of others that too lost their Fathers~
Left to remember too the beloved souls~
Now I pause to say a prayer for all~
In the bright winter midday glow.
There in the noon day sun~
The flag’s shadow flaps~
On the stark white smooth snow~
Like my Father’s Spirit is in attendance~
With this signal letting me know.
By Lisa J. Warner AKA Lisa Luv
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