The flag’s on the table, folded precise and exact
Awaiting the moment gloved hands would extract
Its full measure and meaning as they unfurl with great care
This symbol of freedom, for which eagles dared
Open in its glory while Taps haunts the grounds
Open still as the guns salute, 21 rounds
They stand in the distance, these old volunteers
Aged eyes strain to see what old ears can not hear
The sign that it’s time, to raise, aim, and fire
The salute to the memory of this beloved spouse and sire
The brass hits the grass as our tears hit our chests
While the tear stains remain, the brass is gathered in respect
Off to their left, in Marine dress so smart
A man and his bugle awaits his start
To show his respect for a brother not met
To guide him to rest on his longest journey yet
Silently white gloves refold the old girl
But from this moment on, no more to unfurl
Turning on a dime, pacing five steps
Eyes ever forward, toward her he crept
He kneels and hands over this flag and this brass
As he speaks to her quietly, his face sheds the mask
I can see the sincerity, respect, and sadness
For this brother, sight unseen, but remembered none the less
Semper Fidelis he spoke when rising
Semper Fidelis I whispered, not surprising
To the man, marine, husband, and my father
Semper Fi
Always Faithful
I’ll live it
All my love
…your daughter
50 Shades of Gray Hair 
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