Wednesday, August 8, 2007

remembrance


the air was thick with emotion
on that hot August day in Georgia
as the 21 gunshots echoed
through the dead quiet of the cemetery

the flag that covered the pine box
was folded ceremoniously
and presented to the wife
who had suddenly become a widow

the spent shells were gathered
and distributed to the grandchildren,
their eyes wide as their little fingers
curled around the tangible
reminder of this ceremony
in remembrance of their papaw

~Susan Tidwell 2007



~photo Quiet Seclusion II by Keith Harris found here

5 comments:

Alice said...

Was this sad occasion for someone in your family, Susan? It's such a lovely photos to go with it.

Kerri said...

Love the poem. Very poignant picture too.
I've enjoyed catching up with your posts.
The hummingbird picture is fabulous!
I hope you have a safe vacation at the beach in Sept.....free from hurricanes!!!!! Sorry you're working so hard.
Sure sounds hot there.
I hope Buddy gets some good restful nights soon.
I'm missing reading books. Not enough time lately.
See.....you're not the only one who seems to not have enough time :)

susan said...

Yes, Alice - my dad. My kids still have the shells.

Bonnie Jacobs said...

Thanks for sharing this, Susan. I'm posting the link now at Weekend Wordsmith.

paisley said...

this was just heart wrenching.. but in a bitter sweet type of way... so much love..