Fall From Grace Poem by Rachel Fogle

He kneels down beside his father's grave,
Tears resting upon his face.

Pondering the questions, he so long ago could not say.
They seem unimportant now, trivial in there meaning.
What purpose do they have, or reason if any.

He lays his hands upon the headstone,
Easing closer as the moments drift by,
Wanting so desperately to lye there and just let time continue by.

He weeps for the father he knew,
And smiles for the one who gave him life. He salutes the soldier who died saving his country with great pride.

'I will never measure upon you, '
'What you so unselfishly gave.'
'I would gladly trade places for you are the hero they crave.'

He whispers his plea, though silence replies,
And you hear him weeping still.
As he rises to leave he again replies,

'I stand upon you sir, as your son & best friend'
'I stand beside you sir, as your partner & most loyal friend.'

He turns to leave the graveyard,
And feels a brush upon his hand.
He turns to glance back & catches the shadow of a man.

Saluting him in return, in his honor guard.
Standing proud, upon the grave and lingering afar.

Smiling he waves good-bye and knows he's made his peace,
For his father gave him his Honor, Dignity & Grace.