Reflection of Our Dead
Over the water we gaze
into our own faces
to see the reflection
of our own, gazing back
the ancestors, soldiers,
mothers, heroes, strangers,
children, especially children,
are all there, wrinkled
into our own creases.
We have loved, longed,
respected, saluted,
denied, decried them all.
Set aside remember time
as we too will be in time
set aside...into the water.
But for now, today,
instantly, they come,
streaming back to us
for our deeper reflection.
© Goode Guy 2011-05-30
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