It was a Memorial Day Parade, And Jack knew the perfect Soldier to be part of it, Our 92 year old Neighbor, Gib. Our congressman had Recently awarded him a Bronze star, Sixty years late, For his service in World War l l, So it made sense that He should be honored In our local parade. Gib, his wife, Helen, Jack, and I would ride in A convertible. It would be a first for all of Us to wave and smile at the Spectators. We were excited as the grand Day arrived, And as we drove to the Starting point, Gib's family Caravanned behind us, Cars filled with kids and Grandkids. Strangely, we were the First ones at the site. We waited, and Waited, and Waited. Finally, we drove around The route searching For clues. Aha! We finally saw two people Sitting in lawn chairs Along the road. Alas! They were our kids whom We had invited. "Where's the parade?" They asked. In turn, We asked the firemen At the fire station. "Where's the parade?" They were in the dark too. We finally gave up. As our cars limped away I was distressed that the Parade had been Cancelled without our Knowledge. When we got home, I rushed inside to Grab the flyer that had Announced the Festive day. I gulped, Then gulped again. I read with great Dismay, "Fourth of July Parade." We were a month early. The organizer still Wanted us to take part On the proper day. The convertible would be Waiting. But it would have to wait a Long time, Because Gib kindly, but Firmly said, "No more parades." |
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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