Coming
Home
I’m coming
home today.
The sky is
drizzly and gray
The sound
of Taps haunts the air,
Sweetly
chilling, it brings a tear.
I see the
light
I regain
my sight,
There’s a
flag draped casket.
My family
is circled around it,
The bugler
stops,
I know now
where I am.
I feel calm;
a perfect peace.
I have no
regrets.
I look
around and see,
There’s a
doughboy,
Reaching
out to welcome me.
I see a
Union Soldier,
Relaxing
‘neath a tree,
An Unknown
Soldier is saluting
Welcoming
me home like many before
I’m with
my band of brothers
We’ll
never be alone.
We know
what it is to be free.
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