reflection of our dead
Over the water we gaze
into our own faces
to see the reflection
of our own, gazing back
the ancestors, soldiers,
mothers, heroes, strangers,
children, especially children,
are all there, wrinkled
into our own creases.
We have loved, longed,
respected, saluted,
denied, decried them all.
Set aside remember time
as we too will be in time
set aside...into the water.
But for now, today,
instantly, they come,
streaming back to us
for our deeper reflection.
© agoodguy2have 2011-05-30
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
on Memorial Day
Comments (6)
N E V E R F O R G E T
And..... "SundaySilence - you wrote....
Definately worth respect. My father was a decorated WW2 veteran and survived the D-Day Invasion. 82nd Airborne, 325th Glider Infantry, landed in Saint Mere-Eglise and was wounded in action June 7, 1944. Purple Heart, Bronze Star, French Fourgierre...
N E V E R F O R G E T
To your father (my hero!) I offer a Veteran's SALUTE!!!
instantly, they come,
streaming back to us
for our deeper reflection.
Beautiful tribute GG...Lest we forget...Rudyard Kipling.