Loss
Memorial Day is here again,
May ushers Spring to its end;
the nation pauses to commemorate
the loss of family and friends.
The sun is bright, the day is warm,
loved ones slumber, safe from harm;
banners wave against azure skies,
I stand silent with moistened eyes.
My heart is heavy, yet empty, too;
aching bereavement rises anew
for those who lie beneath this sod
sure to awaken in the arms of God,
too soon gone, too long away.
I stand quietly on this special day,
just a little forlorn and alone
beside the silent marble stones.
Do they know that I am here?
Do they see my welling tears?
Do they know it’s for myself I weep
here above their hallowed sleep?
© T. P. Woodfork 5/23/2009
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