The trumpet lilies are silent with sadness
As the many weeping widows
With their folded flags
Leave red roses
On the rooftops of a new home
And the children
Their hankies wet with promises
Wave goodbye to daddy….
With open hands instead of clinched fists___
Good expressions; I easily visualize this. Thank you. Jeannie
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A packed and punching piece Ted. As Danny said, if only. Hankies wet with promises - that's brilliant. t x