Folded Up Flags
A plane lands.
Just as the widow's tears fall to the ground.
Another hero brought home in a box.
He is lowered into the ground.
His wife the only one.
No one else to wish a soldier goodbye.
They hand her a folded up flag.
Another one given in the name of a soldier.
How many more do we have to give?
©2010 Mariah Pawlak
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