Just she and I stood there alone,
Among markers of the whitest stone,
While cries of blackbirds set the tone
at daybreak.
Grand Canyon tours flew overhead,
Over tested, tried and honored dead;
"...and give us this day our daily bread",
she whispered.
The fragrant incense smoke ascending,
Swirling, curling, upward wending,
And each and every soul commending,
to heaven.
I'm here as any brother might,
To stand with him who's lost the fight,
On Veteran's Day as dawn's first light
shines on him.
The lady in black yet at her grave?
Was he father, daughter, son so brave?
Had they given all, to another save,
in valor?
The sun rose in Nevada skies,
As I wiped my hands across my eyes;
I missed him, and told him without disguise,
for always.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Canyon tours flew overhead,
Over tested, tried and honored dead,
"...and give us this day our daily bread",
she whispered.
(To my brother Eric)





































This is a very beautiful poem, though poignant, in sadly remembering our fallen heros who lost their lives in the name of freedom and love for their country and fellow humanity.
This is a melancholy, yet special memorial, I'm sure your brother and uncle would be proud of.
Peace, love and hugs to you always, xx Cyn xx 






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