Hero

The sensation of eating a piece of his favorite pie Overcame the cold feeling in her nose. She brushed her face with the back of her hand Simply an attempt to rid the thought, But she caused many more to come. A young girl stood hand-in-hand with her Pop-Pop. She felt the wrinkled hand grip hers, as if Never going to let go. She then thought, if this was so, Then why did he actually let go? Her grandmother then turned and brushed the girl's face, You need to stay strong, give him his space. She was prepared for the worst, Not ready to leave the house with the aroma of Fresh baked brownies tickling her nose. This would be hard, to let go of tradition, to let go of... Her? Why her? She was first, first of the two. Shock. Everyone was in shock. Those wrinkled hands, the grip, the feeling, It was no more. She was attached as if by glue, But no more. Grandma was gone. The Veteran's eyes filled with tears, One by one trickling down his face. And with that wrinkled hand, he brushed Them away With the tension in his face, Wishing she could have stayed. The young girl watched her strong grandfather cry, Until he could cry no more. But why? Why him...he was so strong. She stood outside, awaiting the end of the ceremony. The young girl looked up, only to see An American Flag flapping on its pole with glee. It was celebrating their lives, The Veteran and his wife. But how could the sun shine so bright? Was it celebrating too? Because she felt the tension in the moment to Feel almost as dark as night. She looked back at the ground, fighting back tears, Making herself feel strong, Like the Veteran and his wife. She then realized she had no real fears, The girl was standing in the presence of a Hero, and his wife.