6/18/10

These Colors Don’t Run
By Shawn Wunjo


Gently, like a mother cradling the child he knows will grow up to change the world, I take the flag into my hands and stand before the congregation.

“These colors don’t run.” I say, and there are tears in my eyes, tears for the husband I never thought I would outlive.

“They stand unified. They show us everything we are meant to be. Everything we can be, should be.” I choke. I can’t say any more. My husband is gone. I’ll never see him again.

I set the flag on the coffin. The rainbow shines as bright as love.


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Shawn Wunjo is the author of a number of banned and highly offensive social commentaries.