Re-posting a poem I wrote six years ago on Memorial Day.
Many have served,
this much I know.
But how much honor
do we really show?
One day a year
we think of the brave.
Who fought in a war
that led to their grave.
On yet another,
we thank those alive.
Who served our great country
so freedom could thrive.
But as I consider
the price that was paid.
The honor returned
seems quickly to fade.
Do we really care
the rest of the year?
For a child with no dad
and a parent’s worst fear?
A son or a daughter
who paid with their life.
Is the worst kind of news,
it will cut like a knife.
Do we stand there with them
in the days filled with pain?
Or do…
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this is beautiful, thank you for sharing.
Thank you . . . and, you’re welcome!
🙂
So true – there are many who think of this day as simply a day off work and a good time to have a party.For those who have experienced loss it is not a day of frivolity but one of somber remembrance…
I suspect it is an “out of sight, out of mind” thing for many.