Rows upon rows of crosses,
each, a life once lived.
A voice no more, a smile once seen,
they gave all they had to give.
A silence, now, their companion -
the sounds of war long gone -
no gas, no bombs, no bullets tear;
We say a sad "so long".
"So long," to all our heroes
of ward fought, lost and won.
For mother's sons, long gone and mourned,
once loved. Each and every one.
A fleeting day comes once a year,
a time to stop and pray,
not only for our fallen
but those who fight today.
So, spare a thought for those, today,
who in the heavens roam,
remember that they gave their lives
and never made it home.
Rose Dempsey 28th May 2011