A new poetry friend reminded me of a poem I posted on a writer’s site. My goal on this blog is to display my best works (I have buckets of rejects), and perhaps it qualifies.
by Mike Patrick
My father wept as the flag passed by;
At rigid attention he stood.
He had no words to explain just why;
Only veterans understood.
I watched my bride walk down the aisle,
And my words did surely fail.
There were no words for what I felt
As I softly raised her veil.
As I looked down at my just born child,
So much I had to say,
But emotion choked my very air
And stole my words away.
I stand above the fresh filled grave,
A victim now of fate.
At last I say what needed said,
But the words came way too late.