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

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SundaySilence
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...

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simpleME32
my father didn't fight in the war..he grew in Jungle with Mel Gibson.After 'Apocaliptico'..George of the Jungle or you can call it Mowgli because he didn't had stars on his chest maybe a few in his mind"...he din't want to come back in the village.He remain in his lovely jungle with The pure Animals and he asked Tarzan to borrow his macetta for protection.He wasn't afraid of humans but he is more safed in the arms of his Panthera or Jane.AirCraftCarierr and ConAIR or Pearl Harbor is not his specialization.If LaPiovra is not happy with the answer could send a 9mm.Mel Gibson has only one Life.The same Godfather.Thank you for sharing.
Yankee4you
My little nephew read the names and dates of people he never knew....his little sister hummed nursey rhymes while taking turns planting flowers from youngest to oldest... ...then the kids flew a couple small kites they had spied in the trunk of my car while taking out the flowers....it was the most amazing time and somehow I could the feel smiles looking down....thanks for sharing your remembrances too
swade777
goodguy, thanks for this 'reflective' poem!! Very appropriate for the day!

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...

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To your father (my hero!) I offer a Veteran's SALUTE!!!
jazzy75
Ohh!! A beautiful pome and tribute my friend....thank you for sharinggift
Odette67
But for now, today,
instantly, they come,
streaming back to us
for our deeper reflection.

Beautiful tribute GG...Lest we forget...Rudyard Kipling.


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