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Memorial Day is here again,
May ushers Spring to its
end;
we gather to commemorate
the loss of family and
friends.
The sun is bright, the day is warm,
loved
ones slumber, safe from harm;
banners wave against azure
skies,
I stand silent with moistened eyes.
My
heart is full, yet empty, too;
aching bereavement rises
anew
for those who lie beneath this sod,
waiting to
awaken in the arms of God,
too soon gone, too long
away.
I stand quietly on this special day,
just a
little forlorn and alone
beside the silent marble stones.
Do they know that I am here?
Do they see my unshed
tears?
Do they know it's for myself I weep
here above
their hallowed sleep? |
By
Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2009
Listed
March 29, 2011 |
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