To an Army Colonel who had lost his son in a tragic accident.
You have seen other soldiers called home,
And knocked on their family’s doors.
However, this time it is so much different,
Because the one called home is yours.
Remember how you consoled others,
You told them, “Your son was a good man.”
If anything can cure the wound in your heart,
The memories of your own son can.
Those memories of him are a salve,
They can sooth every aching part.
The love you have for your son,
Will heal the wound you have in your heart.

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