Veterans Cemetary – by Donal Mahoney

donal mahoney
Families come
on Memorial Day
depending on the weather;
otherwise the Fourth of July, 
if it’s not too hot.
 
You can hear them coming,
adults in the rear,
reminiscing and talking,
children who can read
announcing the names
on the stones until they 
discover the right one. 
Then they shout.
 
Adults bring flowers, 
placing them softly
in front of the stones 
near our heads.
Children stick little 
flags from parades
in our waistlines.
 
Some ladies bring towels
and wipe down the stones;
others towelettes to remove
gunk from the lettering. 
 
All mean well and we 
appreciate the visit and wish 
we could say something.
It’s a thrill to hear voices.
Otherwise it’s lawn mowers,
leaf blowers, snow plows 
the rest of the year.
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a very apropos and thought provoking poem for today.  I will be going to a cemetary today and will wonder about the “listeners” underground 😉
 
 
 

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