Poetry

'Neath a weeping willow
stands a soldier's grave,
friends and family visit him
and thank him for the life he gave.

Every year that goes by
he is always remembered,
a poppy and wreath are carefully placed
questions are left unanswered.

Young ones ask questions
"Mommy and daddy, why is he dead?"
they try to reply, without crying
"Because of the bravery he lead."

The clouds grow dark
the air turns bitterly cold,
families remember the lives of loved ones
grin about the days of old.

The day is over now
families and friends, leave their loved one behind,
hoping that one day soon
peace, they will be able to find.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Nov.11/2006