Names in black granite, their lives went by so fast.
Reflections of the present, caught in memories of the past.
Hands reaching, touching, searching for a lost love.
Pain grasping, caressing hearts like a velvet glove.

Eyes looking blankly at images of fear and dread.
Reliving conversations with friends now long dead.
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, seeing loved onces once again.
Photographs frozen in their minds of how they looked back when.

Old solders, old friends come together to remember the past.
Stories, handshakes, hugs and tears for the lives that did not last.
Grandfathers holding children's hands, some to young to crawl.
Someday they will tell them of the hero's upon the wall.

08/25/2002

Posted on 08/25/2002
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