Friday, September 11, 2009

wreath

A wreath was placed where he fell
A man so loved, and known so well
The years had left his survivors
Missing him
Dwelling with images
Time did not dim
They stood in silence in the rain
Each drop a tear of their own pain
Surrounded by faces who also knew
Those dark secret places
They had all been through
And in a year from now who would be
Standing, upholding these memories?

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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings