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.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2011
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