On Memorial Day
If my father never made it home,
I wouldn’t have been born,
Yet so many soldiers’ families,
Through the years, have been forlorn.
Every service member suffers,
For the ones who stay alive
Deal with scars and trauma, even guilt
Because they did survive.
On this holiday of mourning,
Let us pause to give our thanks
To all those who served their country,
Every branch and all the ranks.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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