A Folded Flag

I spoke to an old friend today.

She was,

How shall I say this,

Accommodating and gracious.

She is a class act.

And, as I spoke, she tilted her head

And listened.

I mean, she really listened,

As I spoke to her about a man who had the heart of a lion.

We touched each other in a place

Where others

Aren’t allowed to go,

Because she is the wife of a hero.

And he was a friend of mine.

But all she has left

Is a folded flag.


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