Crosses

She said it was evident we were born into the A team and I think she had a point.

He did go Awol when we were kids.
His best friend sent an email about it.
He took us along with him and called me a psycho.

We went through it together.
They were our sunshine and our fun nights in the town.

It must have been a combination of the two of them.
She was the storm and he weathered it.
They had eyes for each other and brought out the best in us.

He was a veteran of the United States and her, like a veterinarian.
Year after year, steady as the sunshine they've been.
Yet they still manage to be all they can be.

They just began to discover one another as we begin to recognize who we are.
I look at their faces and experience the colors of the rainbow.
They've worn them all and blended together.
Mostly the red, white and blue.
Crosses.

Now he's wearing those instead of the little psycho.
And she defends like it wasn't even his position to begin with.

We watch like children and participate in the bliss and in the madness.

Being gently guided we ask questions about whether we should kneel or stand.
Deciding when we will that we should just trust.

The blood, sweat and tears of our lineage have given us life.
And through that, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

Thank you for the memories that enrich the lives of so many.