To all the men in all the wars who died for causes they believed in
Or found themselves unable to escape the roll of dice that sent
them there.
A country posey picked in a shady lane by hands of love and care.
To those three thousand souls who fell crushed by towering hatred,
And those who fell at other bomber’s hands on other days,
A long stemmed perfect snow white rose from the garden of regret.
To all the children taken in their innocence on ordinary days,
In ordinary places, thought safe from all the madness of insanity,
A wreath of multicolor blossoms tied with cotton candy bows.
To all the revelers out for fun who sought the music in a crowd,
And learned the rhythm of an automatic gun instead,
A vase of yellow daisies, with a petal for each one
To all the tots who suffered at the hands of those supposed to love them,
And lived with wounds and deprivation until there was no hope of life,
A potted red geranium that will go on blooming endlessly.
To all the lonely elderly who slipped away without a sound or note,
And went into the ground with no sad songs or mourners,
A small bouquet of lilies tied with velvet ribbons.
To all of those who couldn’t live the number of their ordained days,
Felled by accident, disease, or lost in limbos of mental illness,
A planting of daffodils to bloom each Spring.
So many lives, so many flowers. So many to grieve and mourn for.
Just one day is not enough, nor is a week or year.
The best memorial is memory, and it can last forever.
ljm
It's not just about the military any more..