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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