Two men and the flag

I woke up

To two men at my door.

With a flag, folded

And words to console.


I knew when I saw them.

The knight was gone.

They asked to come in.

These two men, and the flag.


There and then.

Caught up in a gaze

I saw their lips move

But I wasn’t hearing their words


A bed for two.

Breakfast going cold

Seconds chased the minutes

Soon it would be a day since…


My knees wobbled,

Today was that tragic day

Two men, and the flag

Instead of the love of my life.














5 thoughts on “Two men and the flag

  1. My aunt and uncle were haunted by the two men and the flag who came to their door very early in the dark morning hours one April day in 1967.
    The repetition is very effective in your poem. The pain comes through loud and clear.
    Life changes in an instant…may you find peace.


    1. Thanks for your comment. I haven’t experienced this before. But it’s something I thought of, trying to put myself in the shoes of what the families go through when they get that notification. And so I wrote the poem. I’m sorry to hear your aunt and uncle had to live that reality in 1967.

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