by Kiley McMahon ’20
As I walked through the rain,
drenched and frigid,
I watched the soldiers march,
one by one,
concealing their every fear
from those around them.
As I carried the half loaf bread,
worth only 50 cents,
to our family of five,
I tried to think of a logical explanation
for why the bread stood as I stood,
hard cold and frigid.
I am not the mother of our family,
but the oldest daughter,
a descendant of you,
a soldier that concealed his every fear
from those around him.
Starved as we are,
the love for our family continues to grow.
I have gotten my first job,
and in doing so,
I have learned the ways in which
to perfectly polish all shoes.
The tombstone that stands for you
marks your favorite words,
“Stand true and tall,
smile through the hunger,
and dance through the pain and fear.”
If I do these things
that you believe,
I will be held in a decent light,
until death part me from this wonderful life
that is full of adventures, fears,
and cold hard nights
that stand like the bread
that I brought to our family
on that one stormy night.
Thank you for being a soldier,
one of complete bravery and faith;
may your soul live on,
and your destiny never be forgotten.
thank you for teaching me the ways of life,
and for standing brave and tall,
putting yourself in a harmonious light.
your eldest daughter,
whose name must remain concealed,
for I fear the safety
of my very life,
as well as the safety
of our family of five.