The Flag That's Never Flown

In my Mother's house
The most prized possession is
The Flag that's never flown
It's never hung proudly
On the Fourth of July
To watch a marching band go by
It sits on the corner of a shelf
Standing there proudly
All by itself
Folded so neatly for all to see
I can never express how much
That Flag means to me
You see it's only been unfolded once
Then folded back up with care
After it honored the casket
Of the man whose name
I proudly wear.

Good-bye Dad

July 6, 1996
Copyright  © 1996 David Fruge

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