“Blinded by Tears”

whoosh of tires softly moving over cracked asphalt,
gentle murmur of friendly voices,
fresh mowed grass smells of summer,
warm breeze flags rustling softly,
droning insects in woods nearby,
words of comfort of heaven bound,
smooth dirt thudding on wooden lid,
blurred vision of blue uniform,
pressing folded fabric,
white stars gleaming,
thunder cracks of rifle reports,
whirring wings startled birds take flight,
mournful notes drifting into cloudless sky,
can our unborn child,
hear her father’s voice,
I would have liked,
to been able to tell her someday,
but I am blinded by tears.


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