Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
A Classmate’s Noisy Little Sister
"The old order changeth, yielding place to new,
And God fulfils Himself in many ways…”
-Tennyson, Idylls of the King
When she was a child
An assignment in one of her high school classes
Was to write to one of Our Brave Boys somewhere
Section 8 of Article I was being ignored
And she chose me, which made me feel special
Which is irrelevant; her funeral is tomorrow
Her son, a fine young man, cried as he hugged me
A father himself, a citizen of dignity and honor
For the moment a little boy who couldn’t find his mom
As her family assembled to pray her farewell
She did good
And so may you
And so may we all
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