Flower Girl
Daddy was in Vietnam
We never talked about it
He passed away
Before he could say
What he thought it meant
To carry his country’s weight
All up on his back
Mama marched with Dr. King
She even once shook his hand
But she passed away
Before she could say
If where they had been
Made her feel
That she mattered then
Auntie was a flower girl
Drifting on a cloud
She lived to say
Maybe one day
We'll tune in to the world
One thing she knows
We're not ready now
August 6, 2019
Copyright © Andrew Jacob Jung | Year Posted 2019
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