Metaphorical Writing for 5/29/2013

Death of a War Veteran–My Father

The certificate says June 5th just a few days away.

I stare blankly at it thinking the 2nd or the 4th–three years have gone by.

I swallow and take a deep drink of air, unconsciously.

This year I will brush off the dust from the cemetery.

This year I will plant new flowers to dance

in a grave far from where I call home, and

they will sing there carried on the wind and timeless time.

©Roseroberta

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