Friday, September 16, 2005

Roto Seven

I took the blue flag down this day
from its weathered wooden pole
worn and thin in seven months
by Canadian sun and storm,
a Balkan sign
above our peaceful street
for those who know the form
and signature of duty,
and obedience to grief,
and recognize the steady pride
that hung it there
below the Maple leaf.

I often think
that through the twisted tree
of family line
how constant is
the theme of soldiering,
solidified
in blood and bone,
and how the Balkan names now join
the geography of family mind.

I took the blue flag down today
because my daughter's home.

6 comments:

Sela Carsen said...

Congratulations, Bernita. Tell her thank you for her service.

Bernita said...

Thank you for stopping by, Sela, and thank yours, for his.

Tess Harrison said...

How wonderful!

Robyn said...

I'm so glad for you.

Bernita said...

Thank you, dear hearts. It's an old poem, she and her brother have been on other rotos since then, but have come back safely each time.

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