The flag hanging from the house across the street
is barely visible,
as it waves to passersby
from behind the branches of a large tree
on the lawn.
It casts its shadow
against the sunny side of the house
long trails of tears
in the bright morning
It is as if it is calling
Remember me? Remember me?
And the brief glimpse of red
through the leaves as they sway in the breeze
reminds me of wars fought, lives lost, sacrifices.
I canít see the blue stars
but I know instinctively that they are there.
The badges of courage, honor and determination,
shining the color of hope.
Later,as I leave for the picnic and parade,
the flag is still there, struggling to be seen
from behind the old tree
and I take a moment to answer its call,