Flowered wreaths
Upon stands
A folded flag
Is in her hands
Her world is changed
Her love is gone
A bugle plays
One final song
As song she’s heard
A hundred times
For each close friend
Left behind
Behind in sense
Of gone, of lost
A life laid down
A counted cost
Some never left
The battleground
Some came home
But no peace found
In mourning on
Memorial Day
We few remember
Just what was paid
For us this day
Means more than sun
And barbecues
And beach-time fun
We’ll wear a smile
And play the game
Remembering its
Why you came
While we few hold
In deepest parts
The brotherhood
Of broken hearts
And memories
Of those who’ve died
Of lives cut short
In our eyes the truth belies
In quiet corners
In noisy rooms
We raise a glass
We toast your doom
We tell your tales
Your heroes song
With each new verse
We laugh along
Until the pain
Becomes to real
And someone finally
Breaks the seal
“Until Valhalla”
We whisper, sad,
Mourning you still
And the life you had
Flowered wreaths
White marble stones
Little flags waving
We still mourn
For those who have laid down their lives in service to our country ~ originally published Memorial Day observed May 28, 2018
This is so beautiful and moving. People need to know the real meaning of today. Wonderfully written Gwen. God bless you and thank you for your service. ☺❤
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I had tears in my eyes. A most moving and thought provoking piece. Thank you.🌹
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I could hear a lone bugle play that most beautiful, poignant and mournful song echoing in my head as I read this poem.
I honor you for all that you’ve endured, all that you are and all that you’ve done and all that you are doing in service to our nation, its armed service members (and their families) and all those who struggle in the world! Thank you for being one of kind.
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rip
is the least
we can say upon
this as my mom
called it decoration day!
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Beautiful.
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