Grandpa Poem by Jamie Wallace

The setting is perfect for you,
the Tetons touch the sky in front,
and a feild of wild flowers blows in the wind behind.
Your casket sits in the shade,
tucked away from the heat of the sun.
A sign placed beside you 'Gone Fishing' it says.
This time you wont be coming back.
We take our seats beside you,
and the pastor begins to speak.
Dad sings a song he wrote for you.
Twelve men in full military gear stand side by side,
each of their twelve guns pointed to the sky.
As they fire their weapons into the blue,
Grandma lowers her head.
A soldiier carries the flag to her with grace,
he says something I cannot hear,
over sniffles and sobs.
When everyone is done speaking,
and the flag is folded neatly in Grandma's hands,
people leave, dropping flowers in the grave for you.
I stay behind to say goodbye with no words.
Now you fish with the angels,
in the sea of God's glory.