MEMORIAL DAY MEMORIES
A Mom sits at home, quiet and sad
She fingers a shirt her son wore.
She remembers his voice and thinks of his kisses
Before he went off to war.
A Dad reminisces about the good times
That he and his son always shared.
Tears track silently down his cheeks
He hopes his son knew how he cared.
A Wife slowly rocks her infant son
Whose father, he’ll never meet
While her three year old toddler asks, "Where’s Daddy?"
As she plays at her mother’s feet.
A Comrade in arms glances ‘round the tent
And spies an empty rack
He knows his best buddy in the whole world
Is never coming back.
For some Memorial Day is just words
It’s a day to picnic and sleep
For others the loss is so profound
Their memories and dreams run deep.
May we never forget the sacrifice
Of those who are no longer here
And may we express our gratitude
To the ones left who held them so dear.
Kathy Cunningham May 2009