What are you doing now:|
High upon a darkened shelf,
Now hides a special hat.
In a drawer lay t-shirts and shorts,
Folded neat, square and flat.
Sports coats, slacks, shirts and ties
Hang so neatly presenting.
Black sox rolled tight,
Shinning shoes dim light reflecting.
In the darkest corner, barely visible,
Golden chevrons peer at me.
Service stripes on the sleeve,
Empty spaces where emblems should be.
Gleaming buckle, buttons and snaps,
An eagle soars with poise and grace.
A uniform worn so long ago,
Hides from the sun in this sheltered place.
Multi colored ribbons and medals,
Once hung upon my chest.
Now in a shadow box or locker lay,
Memories now, along with all the rest.
Command patches, badges and pins,
The colors are faded growing old.
Blood and sweat have earned each one,
All have stories, some still untold.
Turned to go, but beckoned back,
My uniform calls, “ Let’s just see.”
So…we stand together for a time,
While the mirror smiles at my uniform and me.
John Vincent Prater