Papa teaches me to count—
one flag, two flags, three.
I am his helper,
just Papa and me.
Papa teaches me colors
like red, white and blue.
He tells me a story,
of a soldier he knew.
Papa teaches “never forget,”
those who sacrifice all.
Brave men and women die
so I can grow tall.
Papa teaches me respect—
“Hold the flag high,”
for today we remember
soldiers who have died.
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ReplyDeleteWow!
I think it's because we forget to read them.
This is awesome, Lori -
The respect and remembrance of those who have paid the price so we can live free is not mentioned much as we enjoy our holidays.
I hope anyone reading this will take a moment and pray for our armed forces.
- Helen