Sunday, July 8, 2007

"The Sentinel"

Entangled in the wilted grass
Bearing witness to that which was
The favorite toy of a little boy
Who spent each night by his side
Laid there close to his head
When he would rise to each
Morning sun that came in through
The window and met his eyes
He is now sentinel at his gravesite
Alongside the cold granite headstone
No longer able to give comfort
Except to those who remain
Though all is now silent
He is still able to deaden the pain
When eyes shall glance upon him
Even with thickness of morning dew
The child within shall be though of sweetly
This much shall always be true
His stone may be bare but hearts are full
He exemplifies what was held to be dear
The lone teddy bear is his disciple
Who shall always remain near

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