Christina A. Sharik


No Taps
no bugles playing
(only birds
and bamboo swaying)
No Minister
no hymn,
no funeral home,
no casket,
no Arlington
for him.
No small white cross
to mark his loss
this loved one
whom we miss.
Still, I am not
disturbed by this.

Until he’s home
he’s part of
but he is still my love.
The one I always
will dream of…

He slumbers now
to jungle-sound
cradled in Mother Earth’s
soft embrace –
In Holy Ground
made thus, because
for now, it is
His Resting Place.

Published in “The Moonduster Chronicles” – Operation Just Cause Newsletter: March 1998 issue