Sunday, May 24, 2015
Memorial Day 2006
for my parents
All of the dead, some in uniform, parents, old, children too young.
Holes in families, empty houses. Shadows on people. A name in rock.
A person remembers someone. A town, a life.
Countries give speeches. Speeches about speeches.
Speeches about people. Too far away to know.
And I can't tell you. You had to see them.
In their towns.
Posted by The Thought Criminal at 5:56 AM