Elegy For Jack Poem by Timmy Angel Naylor

In grief she came to stand alone
To gaze upon the names in stone,
The fallen in the wars of man
From Passchendaele to Afghanistan,
Then lowering her gentle head
She whispered to her heart and said
"Jack wasn't hard or vain, just kind,
A friend so quietly wonderful,
And mine.
From across the miles I caught the flower
From a boy our wreaths can never grow,
And no, it is not beautiful
(That does not matter now)
But wild and alive.
His love did not die.
So I'll cling to this flower
For his letters said that each day
He's not further but closer instead.
My Jack.So brave.So true.
As a bugle sounds in an anywhere town
I'll remember you"