Discovered in a notebook while cleaning out my desk Friday, a poem from after our grandfather's funeral two years ago.
I did not cry when we followed him in,
nor when we sang
Amazing Grace, his favorite hymn.
But when Grandmama fiercely wavered
the last stanzas of the last hymn,
when the boys stood sentinel
as we watched the flag fold by fold -
Dining out for Life
17 hours ago