Friends

Unknown Hero

Shadowing amongst the faded gravestones lays a young boy--
He rests his fragile mind
shattered from mourning the loss of his young father.
Sent off to war--
years before...
never to return.

He spreads his tender fingers through the fresh leaves sprouting from his father's grave.
His tattered shirt brushes against his family name;
the sun begins to set
he knows his mother is full of worry.
He's too young to be wandering the streets alone.
He stares at the untamed sky and contemplates
Shall he say everything-- or nothing at all?

As he silently leaves his father's side
he takes the life his father has created
he gently tears the fresh grass
places the blades in the pocket of his tattered shirt
and solemnly retreats to his inherited place
as head of the home.