A Triangle of Stars
A triangle of stars,
pure white on field of blue,
Represents the gratitude, Son,
Our Country feels for you.
Some may think it’s only
A bit of folded cloth.
But more than that, it’s an emblem
Of freedom’s highest cost.
Just a bit of folded cloth?
No — a symbol to behold.
Our world now is forever changed,
Our blue star now is gold.
A triangle of stars,
Pure white on field of blue.
On bended knee his friend gave to me
With whispered words so true:
“A grateful nation weeps this day
And parents hearts are broken.
A patriot fought: a hero died.
This flag is just a token”
“It represents the love he had
For family and friends;
The courage and the honor
Upon which liberty depends.”
A triangle of stars,
Pure white on field of blue:
The sacrifice made by those
Who do what patriots do.
How high the cost of liberty.
How richly we have paid,
For upon the altar of freedom
Our precious son was laid.
To give this gift to country
Was not our choice to make.
The choice was his, and he thought
It a risk he ought to take.
A triangle of stars,
Pure white on field of blue,
Through pain and sorrow, pride is strong
For what he had to do.
How overcome with awe I am
That the little boy we raised
Grew up to be a hero
With valor highly praised.
As a child, I thought it meant
That I had done my part
If every time the flag passed by
I placed my hand upon my heart.
But now I’m grown and understand
We might be asked for more.
The cost of cherished freedom
Could be someone we adore.
Inside this folded triangle
Are stripes of red and white.
They’re hidden now and can’t be seen,
But by faith, I know that’s right.
Neither can our son be seen.
Faith lets us know he’s near
And watching over us until
We leave to join him there.
They have a place of honor,
These folded stripes and stars,
For pride in him goes deeper
Than his parents’ heartfelt scars.
A triangle of stars,
Pure white on field of blue,
represents the gratitude, Son,
Our country feels for you.
~~~~ Janet Aston Norwood ~~~
For Sgt Byron W. Norwood, USMC, KIA, Fallujah, Iraq, Nov 13, 2004
Godspeed, Sons!I trade sweat for strength. I trade doubt for belief. I trade immediate comfort for continued freedom. I trade Sooner football for nothing.
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01/09/2009 - The End of an Error.OBAMA MARINE MAMA!