Every time we jog by this place,

we look at his picture and you ask so many questions.

You run your fingers over the raised lettering of his name

and you are stilled a lot longer than four year old boys stay stilled.

It caught me off guard the first time you knelt down on one knee

and said a prayer for the young man born in 1987;

the airborne sniper, deceased in 2012.

Someone brings fresh flowers often,

and brushes the dust off the image of his young face.

Someone kneels down to pray for him often too,

and today I captured the tribute from one beautiful boy to another.