Jenna Gomes


The Boy Who Cried - Poem by Jenna Gomes

A boy scout, an eagle scout, a National Guard soldier.
A son, a nephew, a cousin, a brother.
He was funny, he was smart, he was proud at heart.
He laughed, he loved, he learned, he lived.
He cried, he sighed, he stole spoons once and again.
He served his country,
And he served it with pride
Right up until the day he died.
And even then,
Flag draped over coffin,
His heart was still beating so others could see.
He said, “A line two blocks long just for me? ”
Of every person, not everyone knelt,
But one thing for sure is what they felt.

As a scout walked in with his troop,
He was the only one whose face took a droop.
And he looked at the flag, and he stared for a time
And his eyes just shouted, “What a crime, what a crime! ”
He walked past our family, with his head hanging low,
The others were exiting but he was walking slow.
He stopped and he stared at the floor for so long,
I just didn’t seem to see what was wrong.
And his hands reached up and he rubbed his eyes,
And soon enough he began to cry.

I can’t seem to recall what was said, how and why,
But I knew he mourned for the same reason as I.

A boy scout, an eagle scout, a Nation Guard soldier.
A son, a nephew, a cousin, a brother.
He was funny, he was smart, he was proud at heart.
He laughed, he loved, he learned, he lived.
He cried, he sighed, he stole spoons once and again.
He served his country,
And he served it with pride
Right up until the day he died.

And now I know
That what lived is his soul.
And it keeps him alive
Both day and night.
And it shines and it shines,
And hits you right inside.
And I know all of this because of the boy who cried.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008



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