August 21, 2016, Prescott-
The indomitable warrior is looking at his last.
He was lying in his last bed,
looking into two worlds, simultaneously.
I’ve seen this look before;
five years ago, in fact.
He could not speak, beyond a whisper,
but his message was loud and clear.
“Thank you, for not forgetting me.”
Then, came his salute,
followed by my own, in return.
In the end, when it comes,
he will have his wife’s love,
the admiration of his Legionnaires
and the small bottle of sand
from Utah Beach,
where he once commanded a battalion.
Too soon for Rest in Peace,
never too late for respect.
A Sagittarian Seeker 
Nice! I like the words looking as verb and look as noun. I am so sorry for not trusting you yesterday and it was totally my problem -expecting Margaret to ask me for a ride, then reacting with stress toward you. I think you have so much more love than your poem alludes to. I am sorry.
Happy Connecting. Sent from my Sprint Samsung Galaxy S® 5
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Your anxiety was not out of line, but I was en route back to the clubhouse, when you left the text. 🙂
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That is so warming. 🙂 Hope you have a very happy week.
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I am off to a good start, this week. Thanks, Angy.
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