I know I’m a bit late, but a few weeks ago Americans everywhere celebrated Memorial Day. We sometimes forget while we’re enjoying our three day weekend that there are brave men and women who make daily sacrifices so that we may attend BBQs, the beaches or lakes to take in the sun and splash around in the waters, while they are protecting our nation. Let’s never forget we owe them our freedom.
I had the opportunity to welcome my daughter back from Iraq after her tour of duty. God watched over her while she was there and I thank Him everyday for her safe return. The day she came home, I went to Tallahassee to greet her and her unit. It was an emotional day and a day I will forever remember. A year long struggle with daily fears came to an end. I wrote a poem about that day and I would like to share it with you.
I hope you enjoy it. And as you read it, say a prayer for all the mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, sons and daughters who weren’t lucky enough to stand in the middle of Capitol Circle.
Jessica this is for you,
With Love and Pride!
Standing in the Middle of Capitol Circle
There I was standing in the middle of Capitol Circle
In its coal, black splendor.
Standing beside strangers,
In all shapes and sizes,
With a common goal,
To welcome home our loved ones
From a hot, dry distant land.
Thanks to the unforgiving sun,
Sweat played peek-a-boo,
Popping out on my forehead,
Holding my too-long thick hair hostage around my neck
And sneaking down my back in long tickling steams.
But even this misbehavior couldn’t dampen my joy,
Standing in the middle of Capitol Circle.
I carried my Red, White and Blue pride for all to see,
Catching cold, curious stares from motorists
Going who knows where.
The police halted traffic in the north bound lane,
To allow the patriotic pedestrians room,
To wave their flags, to throw their kisses,
To raise their voices and cheer,
Watching for the chartered chariots
To roll down Capitol Circle.
There I was standing in the middle of Capitol Circle,
Aching to wrap my arms around you,
To kiss your freckled cheeks,
To look into to your sweet brown eyes,
Wanting to hug you so tight we’d feel like one.
The tears were hiding behind my eyes,
Waiting for their cue,
Waiting for their first glimpse of you.
But I could not see you through the smoky, gray glass,
As the caravan drove past,
But I stood there anyway,
Waving and crying,
In the middle of Capitol Circle.