Memorial Day
by Bob Wilson
I went with the big he-man to the cemetery on Memorial Day,
We dutifully placed flags on graves,
He blustered at the grave of his great-grandfather,
Who, in the Civil War, took out a battalion of Rebs, all by himself,
Then, the grave of his grandfather, who whipped Kaiser Bill in World War I,
Then to his father, who had to whip the Krauts again,
He stopped, knelt, and cried at the next grave,
In that moment, the he-man was the little boy,
Who missed his mommy,
Every day,
But especially on Memorial Day,
I continued placing flags on graves,
Dutifully.
by Bob Wilson
I went with the big he-man to the cemetery on Memorial Day,
We dutifully placed flags on graves,
He blustered at the grave of his great-grandfather,
Who, in the Civil War, took out a battalion of Rebs, all by himself,
Then, the grave of his grandfather, who whipped Kaiser Bill in World War I,
Then to his father, who had to whip the Krauts again,
He stopped, knelt, and cried at the next grave,
In that moment, the he-man was the little boy,
Who missed his mommy,
Every day,
But especially on Memorial Day,
I continued placing flags on graves,
Dutifully.