My Great Grandpa's Medal

I’ve only ever heard stories of him.
A courageous hero
or a caring family member.

I look into its deep pool of bronze
such a pretty object,
although the things that were done to achieve it
were certainly not pretty.

When I look at it
I see a regular man
Who became another’s hero.

Only those who served own one.

His name carefully engraved
into the perfect circle.

I will soon own it
And I must swear to keep it safe
As long as I have breath in my body.