The little boy stood with his mom
beneath the giant oak.
The time had come to say goodbye
to the man they both loved so.
The flag was neatly folded
and placed into his hands,
The rifles fired, the bugle played
and echoed through the land.
The final prayer was offered up
for healing, strength and peace.
The casket waited to be lowered
as the crowd began to leave.
The little boy kneeled with his mom
to say their last goodbye.
He prayed, “Dear Lord please take him home
to be with You on high.”
The little boy turned to his mom
with a look that was so brave.
Then he turned just one last time
and saluted his dad’s grave.
~Ruth McDonald Mair~