![]() I Sit at His GraveA Poem by Trace![]() a poem about my brother Mike who passed away 11 years ago![]()
He was only about ten years older
Yet to me he was always a man
I looked up to him with wonder
And try to remember all that I can,
I just don’t remember much before
The day that he had to leave
He joined the Marines, and was going away
And I missed him more than I could believe,
That night they took him to the plane
And I had to wait in the car
I didn’t know what Vietnam was
Or why he chose to go to war,
My mother cried, and cried some more
And I did too I guess
She knew what lay in store for him
For she had brothers that served with the rest,
He served his Country with Honor
And had the scars to prove it
They patched him up and he went back
Yes, in him there was no quit,
He saw things, that no man should
And of most he would not say
Only that it was Hell on Earth
And he prayed for a better day,
When he finally came home to our family
I was so happy to have him there But he seemed so filled with trouble and strife And at times it was hard to bear,
He carried with him those scars of war
Both visible and within
Oh, they took their toll on his health and soul
As they slowly savaged him,
When I got the call that he had passed away
I cried like when he left before
And I knew I would always remember him
As that Marine that went off to war,
Now I sit at his grave and reminisce
Of the day he took me to church on his bike
I place a flag, and think of my Brother
And all the soldiers, that stood for something,,,, like Mike.
© 2015 TraceAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on May 20, 2015 Last Updated on May 20, 2015 Tags: memorial day, marines, memories Author![]() Tracesomewhere in, UTAboutI will always love poetry....... I am a Poet But sometimes,,,,,, It makes my brain hurt more..Writing
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