Sunday, May 26, 2013

Memorial Day

He’s alone and bleeding – and so far away.
            As Death sits beside, to impatiently wait
While his thoughts fly home to hug Mom and Dad, 
            And account to the question, “If only I had…”

His burning tears sting a path down his face
            And drop to the ground to mark this place.
A place where devotion met sorrow and fear
            The place where a soldier shed his last tear.

And now we pause to help soften this wrong,
           And belove all the soldiers who've died alone.