Patriotic Tears Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Flags furling and unfurling, in a morning breeze,
catching rays of sun and throwing them into a sky
of blue.

Watching, sensing patriotic pride beginning to
swell inside, along with sorrow's tears.

Remembering Grandma and how proud she was of being
an American, her broken English still ringing in my
ears so many years after her unthought of demise.

Filled with pride, bringing sorrow, having lost my
wonderful Grandmother in tears.