Edgar A. TiemanDanielle N. Calhoun
RED, WHITE, AND BLUE 2002
Flags that once flew,
Proud and true,
And with purpose!
Flags that once could be seen everywhere,
Now seen faded, ragged, and in roadside ditches.
Almost a year passed,
Where is the Pride?
Are we so soon to forget,
What happened and to whom?
Have they gone,
Into the darkness of our minds,
Those who had died?
Even those who were found and those not found,
Now only live in the hearts of families and comrades.
Sixty three births without a father’s presence,
Their children to never hear his voice.
Or teddy bears.
Just mommies’ lonely tears for their newborn,
Just mommies’ tears because he is not there.
And the memories,
©Copyright September 2002 by Edgar A. Tieman and Danielle N. Calhoun