A poem assignment February 28th 2012  by Patrick Huffman

Only 5 short months ago
a man lay on this floor
 while his wife cried in the door.
His brother and sons split a tear
with intentions less than nice.
And while Sunshine finds her way in darkness
they care only for a price.
Books, papers, clothes, and trinkets
are all things that they bag.
But what really kills us the most
is the way they took the Flag.
"Things always turn away from the worst. "
is what ran through my head.
But not a single visit had I paid
for now a tear I shed.
I was not present that rainy day
when 21 guns rang loud.
But maybe one day his wife will see him
sitting on a cloud.

For Ms. Sunshine