Faye Sizemore

GOODBYE TO A SOLDIER

Soft rain was falling
When he was laid to rest
America’s fallen son
His job was over
His work was done
Goodbyes from family and friends
Tears and speeches
And then it was over
Pray that the healing would begin

Is there anything sadder…
Or anything more solemn
Than the sounding of Taps
… Mingling with the sounds
of muted rain
Pattering softly…
Upon black umbrellas……?