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.

     P. Davis