Monday, September 12, 2011

The Memorial

Fingers gently graze each letter
Carved into the stone.
In death and for eternity,
No name will stand alone.

The friends and families gather;
The reflecting pools reflect.
Pretty soon there will be strangers
Come to offer their respect.

Everyone who lost a loved one
Has been shattered and bereft,
But each name is made of memories,
Which is all that they have left.

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