Faye Sizemore

HOME AT LAST

In that place where troubles cease
Amid the graceful cemeteries peace
An old soldier at last lay sleeping
With an angel of marble at his grave
Standing as a sentry, silently weeping

And for a moment fleeting
It seemed in the stillness
I heard his voice, entreating
Filled with longing, a seeking
Staying me in my retreating

‘Will they remember me with honor
When the last trumpet is sounded
When the last moment is ended
Will it be known that I served well
When time tolls that last bell?

When I came home, it was to disgrace
I served in Vietnam with honor
I went through a hell time never erased
I spent my days trying to justify that place
Now I wait for judgment day in this space’

And in my heart, I thought to him,
God will not let your brave deeds dim
You fought a battle with outcome grim
It did not happen here, but, when on that golden shore
I know a hero’s welcome will go on forevermore