For those of you who are, or have, served our nation, I extend my deepest respect and sincerest gratitude. I dedicate this poem to my grandparents (pictured below), who served in WWII, and my uncle, who served in Vietnam.
As I stroll among the crosses, where our fallen heroes lay.
I hear the sound of a bugle, playing Taps again today.
I take a moment to say a prayer, standing with my head bowed low.
And I think of friends and family, and strangers I don’t even know.
Who’ve come from every community across our blessed land.
So we might live in freedom, they now lie beneath the sand.
I feel a sense of guilt, for my sacrifice has been small.
Compared to these great heroes, some of whom lost their all.
Soon this holiday will end, closing another Memorial Day.
But to the names upon the crosses, I have but one thing to say.
Thank you for what you’ve given, we could not ask for more.
May you rest in peace with God in heaven, for now and evermore.
Thank you for your service to our country.
