Thursday, June 29, 2006

Pfc. Brett L. Tribble

The colors in Texas are different.
Bluebonnets pale and the Indian paint

brush refuses to bloom. Since
you went to war clouds do not remind us

of elephants and clowns. Laughter's
sound is a faded song trapped in a tin can.

Occasions are not special. There will never
be a more beautiful smile. I will think of you

when parents show pride at a wedding,
graduation, birth. When flags, or wins

bring people to their feet, or I feel pride
in a child’s accomplishment, a boy’s beauty—
I will think of your parents.

KL Monahan


tracy tribble said...

Brett's smile will always be remembered for one who loved life,and his family, he will always be remembered as our hometown hero, we are thankful, greatful,and proud of him. We miss him so much.
Tracy Tribble(mom)

KL said...

Bless you Mrs. Tribble. My heart goes out to you. I will keep your family in my heart forever, along with Brett's gorgeous smile.


SarahJane said...

the poems here all so moving. karen, yours is touching and beautiful plainsong. thanks.

KL said...

Thanks Sarah. Hopefully it will all be over soon.
This soldier's/boy's heart will stay with me forever.

Your friend,

Michael Parker said...

This is wonderful.

KL said...

Thank You, Michael-- I'm glad I was able to write this poem. I think about this family every day since I involved myself with this project, and it has been a good experience.