The Folded Flag

I asked once when I was small

Why a folded flag graced Grandma’s wall

Above a picture of a man I never knew

Surrounded by medals and patches too

She sighed and tears began to flow

I had a thought I would never know

Dad said to speak of it no more

For Grandpa had died in a terrible war

Pride in my service made me tall

As I touched Grandpa’s name on the wall

I’ve seen a part of the world he knew

A privilege granted just a few

I served my country in a desert land

All too early I became a man

The years have passed one by one

And now at last I am twenty-one

Grandma gave me the greatest gift of all

The folded flag from on her wall

Surrounded by patches and medals too

Was the picture of a man only she and I knew.

Copyright ©May 21, 2006 Fred B. Baker, II

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